Chapter 286: Stirring up the Land

"My third grandfather is Zhang Zidao. Little Master, do you know him? This photo was really left to me by my grandfather. Please help me. Considering that I have a connection with Taoist priests, you can't just stand by and watch him die." Zhang Dali begged me again.

Although I said I didn't know him, my heart was already boiling. His wife also got up from the bed and begged me. Although the wave of crossing Guandong for thousands of years has continued, making Shandong people account for a large proportion of the Northeast, everything is too coincidental.

I took a long breath. Is this really God's will?

God arranged for me to come today to repay the kindness of our Li family and my grandfather. To say that old Zhang has never had children in his life, Shandong people are essentially filial piety, and the concept of offspring is stronger than other places in the country. If Zhang Dali is really his relative, then I really can't sit idly by.

There is nothing like a coincidence in this world. I didn't point out the whole story, but I was determined to help him.

I thought about it and said, "Okay, I can save your child, but when he gets married and has children, he must go to the underworld to be punished. He will be a slave to the people whose souls he robbed for generations. But since your son is the reincarnation of a fierce ghost, I need to erase all his memories."

"My son is a fierce ghost?" Zhang Dali was shocked. I briefly explained it to him, and he sighed and said, "It doesn't matter whether he is a fierce ghost or not. After all, this is my seed, but can he live longer?"

I said seriously, "It's not certain whether it will work or not. It depends on fate, so don't think about bargaining. What I say doesn't count. Hurry up and pack your things and follow me to the land temple now!"

Zhang Dali hurried back to the house to tell the two children about the matter. I asked him to bring his bowls and chopsticks, and then changed his shoes and went downstairs with me. To be honest, his son's evil spirit had just transformed into a human being. After breaking through the body, the ghost would be particularly hazy for a while, which is like what people often say "still in shock", so the ghost must not move too fast.

After we went downstairs, we first found a store to buy incense paper, and then carried two bottles of good wine, and bought two pig trotters as tribute from a first-hand store. Of course, all of this was my money.

People who live in the countryside are absolutely familiar with the land temple, but if you grew up in the city, you probably don't know what the land temple looks like. In fact, there were land temples in cities before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Generally, there were two sheds with a bowl inside and a statue of a god. That was the land temple.

However, it didn't look beautiful enough. I almost died that time. The place I went to was magnificent, with a tall city gate tower and red painted tiles, which was particularly impressive. At that time, I thought it was a land temple, but now I think it should be a city god temple. Because the City God is equivalent to the town-level leader, and the Land God is the village cadre, there is no Land God Temple in the city, so you can only report to the City God Temple.

Although the City God is a divine position, he is not a god. Some well-known celebrities or immortals can become the City God. For example, the City God of Shanghai is Huo Guang, the City God of Henan is Ji Xin, who was personally appointed by Emperor Gaozu of Han Liu Bang, the City God of Suzhou is Huang Xie, and the City God of Beijing is Wen Tianxiang.

However, it is not easy to verify the person of the City God of Shenyang, because we are a minority, and the City God in that era was just built in imitation of Han culture. Later, Huang Taiji established the Qing Dynasty, fought to Beijing, and after he challenged the Central Plains, the City God of Shengjing was upgraded to the City God Temple.

Legend has it that the City God is in charge of everything. During the Qing Dynasty, when it was time to celebrate festivals, the statue of the City God had to be carried by someone and walked north along Siping Street to inspect temporary altars in various places. Officials of Shengjing, big and small, from prefects and generals to county magistrates, all had to be in place. Praying to the City God for good weather and good harvests was also the origin of the earliest temple fairs.

The earliest City God Temple was in Zhongjie, but the City God did not work for the government's demolition team and was moved to the north side of the Forbidden City. The God of Wealth, the God of Mountain, the God of Land, the God of Night, the God of Kitchen, and other gods all crowded together to receive incense. Recalling the city gate tower I saw when I was arrested by the Yincha, it was clearly the red paint of the Forbidden City.

However, the dead still have to be received by the God of Land.

We rushed to the central temple on the north side of the Forbidden City with our things. Although it was hot, there were many people coming and going to pray for blessings. As soon as we entered the door with our things, the blue bricks and tiles in front of us were filled with a bit of simplicity. If it weren't for the fashionable dress of the people who were burning incense, it would really make people feel like they were traveling through time.

However, it is not easy to see the gods in broad daylight. Zhang Dali asked me worriedly: "Look at so many people, which one is the god? What will happen to my son if it takes too long?"

In fact, for those who know a little bit of Taoism, it is not impossible to catch gods in the temple fair except that it is a little troublesome. After all, the gods are transformed from humans. They also like to transform into human appearance when they are bored. They wander around in the temple. If they meet someone they like, they will help them. If they don't like them, they will trip them up and play a harmless prank.

But I don't need to be so troublesome. I have acquaintances! I almost raised my arms and shouted loudly, "Summon the Night Wandering God!" "

So, I found a secluded place and asked Zhang Dali to keep watch for me. I took out the tablet of the Night Wandering God, put out offerings, wine and food, and lit a talisman to ask for help. I said respectfully, "Uncle Qiao, I have something to ask you. Come out and help me."

Still no response, I said again, "No, we are family, please don't be like this, this time I really want to ask you something, you don't know, I met my great grandfather's nephew, but this person is not my uncle, my great grandfather, not my real great grandfather."

After talking for a long time, I found that this relationship seemed to be quite complicated.

After three consecutive "imperial orders", the Night Wandering God still did not move, I continued, "Please do me a favor, I will find the City God or the Land God, you guys are crowded in the same temple, you must be familiar with each other, do me a favor, can't I give you two pig's trotters? "

Zhang Dali had a confused look in his eyes. He asked me what I was doing. He was mumbling like a psychopath.

I told him to shut up. Actually, I am a patient person, but I don't like to ask for help. If I ask for help but no one agrees, I will get angry. At the beginning, I had the help of the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi of my ancestor. I trapped the princess in the Forbidden City. Actually, I could have asked for help from others. The only problem was that I used someone else's body at the beginning. If I went to find someone like this, they would definitely not believe me.

As I understood more and more things, I had a feeling that when I took over the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, I should have had the power of a god.

"Fuck you, you are not nice. You don't help me. I can do it myself. "I muttered and threw the tablet into the bag. I patted Zhang Dali on the shoulder and said, "Come on, listen to me later. Now you are a mute and are not allowed to say anything. You just do whatever I tell you to do. When you see someone getting angry, you just tear the yellow cloth in front of the altar of the God of Land and run away. Do you understand? "

Zhang Dali nodded heavily and told me that as long as I could save his child, he would do anything for me.

I entered the central temple again. There were indeed many people burning incense today, so I set my sights on the God of Land. Among all the folk gods, the God of Land has the smallest heart. If you don't believe it, just look at a couplet in the God of Land temple.

The first couplet is: Don't laugh at my small temple and small gods, just try not to burn incense;

The second couplet is: Don't rely on your power and influence, if you want to do evil, you will see.

Generally, the more you fear something, the more you will emphasize it. For example, when we make friends with people, if that person says, "As for our relationship as brothers, it is definitely not about money."

I tell you, it is 100% about money between you two.

So, the God of Land's words "Don't laugh at my small temple and small gods" fully reflect his psychological state of longing for respect from others. So I said, "Have you seen the offerings in front of the temple? When you come forward, eat the food of the God of Land, and don't touch the others. Then burn incense to all the gods except the God of Land. After eating, find a grass stalk to pick your teeth, and throw it in front of the altar of the God of Land. If I don't ask you to stop, sit down and pick your toes, and if you have any farts, squeeze out a few, but don't force it, be careful not to pull your trouser pockets, or we can't talk anymore. "

I also explained some specific details of the process, and asked Zhang Dali to run to the altar while the management staff was not paying attention, and eat all the things of the land god. And I think Zhang Dali should not have eaten since yesterday, otherwise he would have eaten a lot of cakes without drinking water.

Although it attracted the attention of the people around who were burning incense, the most important point was that Zhang Dali looked poor and looked like a beggar. The people thought he was starving. Not only did no one stop him, but some people took the initiative to give him water, which fully demonstrated the friendliness and love of contemporary young people.

When they were almost done eating, Zhang Dali followed my instructions and began to burn incense to the gods one by one, but not to the land god. He knelt and kowtowed, but The incense sticks that were originally inserted in the land god's place were pulled out by Zhang Dali and put into the incense burners of other gods.

People fight for a breath, Buddhas [immortals] fight for a stick of incense, and even gods don't slap their faces like this. I think no one can stand it! I always hid behind people, holding Luogeng in one hand and holding a cigarette in the other. When ghosts appear, the compass needle will shake, and when gods appear, the needle will naturally stop moving.

When Zhang Dali sat on the land god's place and dragged his yellow rubber shoes, revealing his stinky feet, I clearly saw the crowd began to take a step back, followed by a loud fart. This scene is simply intolerable!

At the same time, I heard an angry voice finally coming from the crowd.

"What are you doing! The temple is a sacred place, you are shitting and farting, and you are not decent. "As the crowd parted, an old man in his early sixties, wearing the clothes of a cleaning volunteer, walked over angrily.

I looked at the Luogeng in my hand, which was impartial, and the pointer seemed to be nailed on the compass. No matter how I did it, the Luogeng's pointer always pointed in the direction of me and the volunteer. Everyone knows that ghosts can disrupt the magnetic field, while the immortal transformation is a fixed magnetic field, which is the law of all things.

What Feng Shui masters learn, whether it is formations or Yin and Yang houses, is nothing more than finding a law of all things!

After taking a few puffs of cigarettes in a row, I walked towards the lively direction. When I saw the old man was furious but had no way to vent, I think everyone could guess something. This is because I said before that no matter what happened, Zhang Dali must pretend to be dumb, because only in this way can he be safe.