Chapter 287 Zhang Fude

Zhang Dali followed my request completely and sat by the altar pretending to be stupid. He picked his toes with one hand and ate cakes with the other hand. Facing the accusations of the "volunteers", he was not afraid at all and looked like a natural actor.

"Get down here! I'm telling you, get down quickly. You are really lawless. You are so disrespectful to the temple of the God of Land. Have you had enough of living? Aren't you afraid of retribution?" The old man was so angry that his face turned red and his lips turned purple. He went up and pulled Zhang Dali down: "Get down here quickly, damn it, you don't eat the new tribute from the Kitchen God, you don't take the two big peaches from the God of Wealth, but you have to take the three cakes from the God of Land. Are you sick?"

Seeing his furious look, I knew that I was almost done. No matter how the God of Land scolded or scolded him, as long as Zhang Dali didn't speak, nothing would happen.

But the purpose of our coming here is not to make the God of Land angry, but to do practical things, so we have to add some heat.

The volunteer was making a lot of noise like an angry rooster. In order to prevent being discovered by the God of Land, I held the sunshade talisman tightly and shouted to the crowd: "This uncle must be hungry, just eat something, besides, the God of Land is useless to worship."

"You are talking nonsense! Who said that? Stand up!" The volunteer turned his head and looked at the crowd.

He pinched his waist and looked around, constantly looking for the direction where the sound came from. When we can feel where there is a gaze, it is actually a feeling of yang energy. And I held the sunshade talisman, so that the God of Land could not touch my position.

Zhang Dali was always causing trouble in front of the altar. When the volunteer turned around, I continued to shout: "I think the God of Land is here to get some incense. The God of Wealth is in charge of wealth, the God of Kitchen is in charge of rice, and the God of Night is in charge of merit. All the gods have their own duties. What does the God of Land manage?"

"I'm so angry! Stand up! Who is it!" The volunteer's face turned blue, and he rushed into the crowd aggressively, pushing a young man: "Did you say that?"

"Are you sick? I'm here to travel. Who knows what the land is in charge of? What's more, you have nothing to do with me, why are you pushing me?" The young man was also very disrespectful.

The volunteer was so angry that his hair seemed to stand up. He turned his head and hurried to Zhang Dali, shouting angrily: "Speak up, you dumb!"

Mortals have their own laws and regulations, the underworld has its own rules, and gods naturally have their own rules. There are different types of disrespect for gods. If the person who eats the offerings is born in a lowly fate, the gods cannot punish him. But if he starts to argue and insults others, the God of Land will find it right. He can also rely on a yang energy to lock the person's position. So, when worshipping gods and Buddhas, you must be virtuous. Even if you have some tricks in your mind, don't say them out.

I weaved through the crowd and found a secluded place and shouted again: "I think you are here to get some incense. Let them eat."

This sentence made the volunteer very angry. He was trembling all over. I think he almost cried.

In a flash, Zhang Dali put on yellow rubber shoes, gathered the yellow cloth in front of the offering table, and made it into a big bag, and ran out of the temple with it on his shoulder.

This is to take away the altar of others. It's like an outsider comes to your house, not only eating and drinking, but also taking away your real estate certificate before leaving. How can you not be angry? In the countryside, almost everyone knows that demolishing the land temple will be punished, so there is an unwritten rule that no matter how much money you pay, people who know the business will never do it. Of course, there are always exceptions, and there are always some people who are not afraid of death to do it. This also shows how petty the land god is.

The volunteer was furious and rushed out with a broom, shouting as he ran: "Stop right there, you bastard, I haven't eaten yet, and you eat it! I'm your grandma!"

The people around were amused by the volunteers. Time waits for no one. If it drags on for too long, Zhang Dali may really be in danger, so I threw the sunshade talisman into the trash can and hurriedly chased after him. Zhang Dali ran all the way as I asked.

After leaving the central temple and turning into the crowd, the volunteer had already gone crazy and chased Zhang Dali with a broom all over the street. I seized the opportunity to make a small encirclement, deliberately holding the compass and violently colliding with the volunteer.

"Uncle, are you crazy? You run so fast!" I sat on the ground, and the compass fell to the side.

"Where is he? Damn it, I must kill him today!" The volunteer cursed and looked around, and wanted to chase.

But I stopped him: "Uncle, you don't watch when you walk, and you broke my phone."

I took out the phone that was soaked in water before, and held the other party and refused to let go.

"Let me go!" He said angrily.

"I said, why are you like this? It was obviously you who hit me and broke my phone. I haven't asked you to pay for it yet, but you got angry first. You don't have this attitude when you do something wrong? What's the matter, uncle, are you going to take advantage of your seniority with us?" I pretended to be very angry.

After this delay, Zhang Dali ran away. The volunteer was so angry that his eyebrows were about to stand up. He pointed at me and sighed repeatedly. He wanted to say something several times but stopped himself, but he didn't seem to know how to start.

At this time, I picked up the compass on the ground and continued, "Let's not consider age first. With your attitude just now, I definitely can't let you. Hurry up and pay the money. Take a thousand yuan, otherwise I will call the police and we will ask the police to judge."

It is against the rules for gods to take over mortal bodies. No matter from any film and television materials, most gods are sent in dreams, because no matter gods or ghosts, it is not good for mortals to take over. If he is caught by the public security bureau, he can't get out of the shell, which is also a loss of merit. But if he pays the money, he will owe the volunteers a huge favor, which is not easy to repay.

At this moment, the 'volunteer' also changed his face and said in a friendly and negotiating way: "I really didn't mean it. I'm sorry, little brother. Look, I don't have much money here. Why don't we just let it go."

I was still not giving in. I picked up Luogeng and wiped it. When I complained to him a few words, I suddenly pointed at him and yelled: "You bold monster, you dare to hurt people in the downtown area! Today I must take you in!" After that, I was about to take action.

When the volunteer saw me holding Luogeng and trying to copy the Seven Star Sword, he immediately backed away: "No, no, don't make a fuss, I am the God of Land, the God of Land here."

I said I didn't believe it, took out a talisman paper, held a cinnabar pen, and said seriously: "I don't believe it, you took over a human body without permission and caused damage to this old man. Today I must burn an "imperial decree" to ask the heavens whether anyone is still in charge!"

"No, no, it's all a misunderstanding. Today a mortal was disrespectful to me. I wanted to teach him a lesson, so I ran out after him." He immediately held my hand tightly. At this time, I knew that the God of Land must have taken the bait.

"Then why don't you meet me in your true body? Occupying a mortal's body is a big sin!" I said sternly.

The volunteer sighed and said: "If I show my true body, mortals can't see me at all, but you really didn't see it, so the mortal is really too much."

When the God of Land complained to me... He actually cried!

He said that when he burned incense in the temple, no one paid attention to him. The Journey to the West described the God of Land as a dwarf. Some young people even made fun of him, and some even jokingly called him Wu Dalang. He said that since he entered the central temple, there were too many gods, but those gods with higher status did not come at all. He was the only god left in the temple, but it was others who burned incense and received offerings, and he could only get some cakes occasionally at most.

He said that sometimes the offerings to the God of Wealth could not be placed, and the management staff gave him some for the sake of beauty. But some time ago, the God of Wealth came to the world and rested in the temple. He ate some offerings, but the remaining "fruit peels" were placed on him by the management staff, which made the God of Land feel greatly insulted.

He pulled me and said, "I just recognized your Maoshan Tianshi Order. Don't report it, Taoist friend. I also have my own difficulties."

With a sigh, I played the whole game. I pretended to accidentally drop Qiao Kun's tablet on the ground again. The God of Land had good eyesight and recognized Qiao Kun. Then he said in surprise: "Are you Zhang Dabao? I heard the Night Wanderer mentioned you."

"Yes, do you know me?" I said puzzledly.

The God of Land tried to get close to me and said: "I have a good personal relationship with the Night Wanderer, nephew, we are family!"

I saw that the performance was almost over, so I immediately took advantage of the situation and put away my things: "Uncle, you should have said it earlier, the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and we should not be embarrassed as a family. Leave the mortal body quickly. This is the first time for uncle and nephew to meet, and I can't be rude. Let's go and have a drink."

It's definitely good to be polite to everyone. The God of Land immediately felt very friendly to me, left the volunteer's body, and we went straight to Kaifeng soup dumplings. Before going, I specially found willow branches and willow leaves.

We asked for a private room, and the food was served. I broke the willow branches as chopsticks and soaked the willow leaves in wine. We sat facing each other, and I offered all the food with incense.

Because only gods can eat things that have been offered. Let's talk about the God of Land. He looks like he's in his early fifties. Although he's not tall, he's about 1.7 meters tall. He wears a Confucian robe and a token of a god on his waist. Except for his frown, he's a kind old man.

He said his name was Zhang Fude, and he became a god during the Southern Song Dynasty. Before he became a god, he was in charge of taxation in the court. He was an honest and upright official, did many good deeds, and lived to be 102 years old. It is said that his appearance did not change for three days after his death. The people missed Zhang Fude and placed his tablet at home. Who would have thought that not long after, the family went from poor to rich. The people believed that it was the blessing of God, so they built a temple to make a golden body for worship. With incense, Zhang Fude accepted the call of God and was canonized as the God of Land.

The God of Land is equivalent to the village chief. In the vast system of gods, there are many Gods of Land. Basically, there is a person in charge every hundred miles. Zhang Fude should have been transferred to the God of Land in Shengjing City. After three cups of wine, we are so familiar with each other. Zhang Fude said that he likes to eat meat, but the offerings are all vegetarian.

"My dear nephew, I haven't said so many happy words for a long time." Zhang Fude sighed.

I toasted a glass of wine and continued: "Uncle, I didn't expect to see you here. I wanted to go to the temple to worship and ask you for something."

"Okay, okay, given our relationship, I will definitely do it for you if I can!" Zhang Fude drank a glass of wine.