The combat power of the human-faced corgi beast that had become two true qi strengths had obviously risen to a higher level, and Chen Feng was careless at the beginning, but he was evenly matched, and he was actually destroyed by the corgi beast.

After regrouping, two true qi and ten traces of true qi that had not yet condensed and formed went into battle together, and they worked all night, and finally got the corgi at dawn.

I slept until the afternoon, and when I woke up, I summoned my true qi, and the ten newly added true qi barely condensed into one, which was obviously weaker than the previous two.

Or keep going.

But I couldn't do it today, so I got up in the afternoon and ate some food, took a fan, took the incense given by Jiang Ping, and took a taxi to the City God Temple.

The so-called City God Temple is the temple of the Lord City God.

And the so-called city god is the leader of all the land father-in-law in a land, a big land, and the elite captain is weird.

However, in the impression of most citizens, the Lingjiang City God Temple has nothing to do with the City God, it is a cultural play distribution market, with a few snacks and food streets.

People who come here, if they are not shopping, or eating and selling, few people will remember the small temple in the northeast corner of the City God Temple.

Therefore, the incense of this temple is naturally not much better.

"It's not bad, it's too bad, is it really here?"

Su Xinyuan looked at the ruined temple in front of him, and suspected that he had found the wrong place.

What is incense for?

It is a prayer, and prayer requires sacrifice.

To put it bluntly, incense is used to worship the heavens.

No matter how you look at this ruined temple in front of you, it doesn't match such a solemn thing as worshipping the sky.

At first glance, I thought it was a public toilet,

It's still the kind of public toilet in the 90s with a row of squatting pits.

The temple door is two wooden boards, the cracks on the top can be stretched into one hand, the wall skin is peeling off in large pieces, there are small advertisements pasted everywhere, there is a small incense burner at the door, but there is not a single incense inside, but there is a lot of dirty water, floating dead insects.

The door of the temple is open, and the front hall is a little bigger, for a clay bodhisattva who doesn't know what it is, and a row of empty beer bottles against the wall.

There was an old man with a white beard sitting at the door leaning on a chair, holding a big fan in his hand, and was napping.

"That's what it should be. ”

Chen Feng has lived in Lingjiang City since he was a child, and he is an 'old' citizen, regardless of his age.

When he was a child, his father took him to play in the City God Temple, and he also came here to incense, which is the City God Temple.

"Old man, let's make incense. Chen Feng said to the old man.

"Twenty big incense, ten small incense, choose yourself. The fortune-telling lottery is all ten dollars, and you draw it yourself. The white-bearded old man waved his fan and lazily moved to the side.

A pile of incense candles, and an oily stick holder on the table.

Su Xinyuan pursed her lips and smiled: "Hey, don't sleep, your tail is exposed." ”

"Nonsense. The old man really looked under the chair.

Nothing.

Raising his eyes and seeing Su Xinyuan, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and the person finally got up from the chair mountain and bowed his hand slightly to the two.

"Who are the two?"

"We are eating hearts, Jiang Ping asked us to come here to offer incense, you are Hu Miaozhu, right?"

Chen Feng took out four sticks of incense from his bag.

"Oh oh oh, Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen's apprentice, Mr. Jin's apprentice, I've heard of it. Come on, come on, come with me. ”

The old man turned and entered the temple gate.

Follow him in, turn the Buddha statue, and come to the back hall.

There is no clay sculpture of God and Buddha in the back hall, only an incense burner, and there is a wooden plate of about one square meter in front of the incense burner, which is sprinkled with fine sand, and there is a circle of strips on it, and a wooden pen is fixed.

It is called Fu Ping in China, and it is called Bixian in foreign countries, in short, it is a way of communication between the supplicant and the supplicant.

Lao Hu said, "After the little gentleman lights the incense, he silently recites what he asks for in his heart, and then inserts the incense on the incense burner, and there will be a response within the burning of the incense." ”

"Is it okay to ask for anything?" Su Xinyuan asked curiously.

"That's nature, you can ask for anything, but if it doesn't work, that's not necessarily. If the request is too great, and the incense offered is too little, then it will not be spiritual. In short, don't be too greedy. "Old nonsense.

"Got it, thank you. ”

Or the equivalent exchange, you just five yuan, then you can only buy two taels of meat at most, greedy people want to buy a pig for five yuan, not only can the pig not be bought, the money will be confiscated.

Light the first incense, hold it in your hand, and recite it silently in your heart.

I hope my uncle will get better.

Then insert it on the incense burner.

The green smoke rises in a curling stream, not like an ordinary incense candle curling around, but straight to the sky.

As soon as the incense was burned, the wooden pen suddenly moved by itself.

On the sand table, write down seven words:

The house of goodness will be blessed.

I didn't quite understand what it meant, and the answer given was unclear, so I glanced at Hu Miaozhu.

"Congratulations, congratulations. Hu Miaozhu arched his hand and said, "This is a good word, which means that the thing you asked for has been fulfilled." ”

Lao Hu was also a little surprised in his heart, generally speaking, the answers given were 'unclear', and the slightly better ones were that there was a certain tendency in the words, but there were few words that were so affirmative.

It shows that what Chen Feng asked for this time, and the above is very supportive.

Or from another point of view, the above is very recognized by Chen Feng.

Thinking of this, Hu Miaozhu had even more smiles on his face.

The second incense, Chen Feng held it in his hand and hesitated slightly.

Originally, I wanted to make money.

After thinking about it, how much can you get for a piece of incense? Tens of thousands of dollars, there is no essential meaning.

I thought silently in my heart, hoping that Qin Anhuai and his wife would not be so hard in the next life.

Plug in the incense, and the green smoke rises straight up.

After waiting for half a pillar of incense, Fu Ping still didn't move.

"If the little gentleman asks for too much, you can make up the incense before the incense candle is extinguished. Lao Hu said with a smile.

He hopes that Chen Feng will make up incense and pray to the heavens, which is an 'industrial chain', Jiang Ping and Miaozhu are all part of the income of the industrial chain, the more people who come to incense, the more sacrifices to the sky, the more good it will be for him.

As soon as the words fell, the pen moved.

It's still eight words.

'Heaven is vast, and it is destined to be'

"What the little gentleman asked for, the above knows. Lao Hu Chaotian pointed and said with a smile: "It's just that this matter is not for Mr. Xiao to take care of, it's better to let it be, don't worry too much." ”

This time, the answer is more orthodox, impartial, neither good nor bad, and it is in line with the consistent style of praying for blessings.

This is also one of the reasons why Jin Yun has always looked down on incense and praying for blessings, most of the time, what is said 'above' is official saliva, and asking for it is equivalent to not asking for it.

"Got it. ”

Chen Feng nodded.

Some things are just to do their best, and when they arrive, if they are indeed not in his control, there is no need to care too much.

The third incense.

Silent thought in his heart: Is Jin Yun still alive?

This is a question that has always been in Chen Feng's mind.

At the beginning, Su Xinyuan committed suicide by jumping off the building, and with her demonic aura at that time, it was far less than Jin Yun, but even if she died, there was a lot of movement, and Chen Feng could smell a faint sweet smell floating in the entire hospital......

Even this sweetness, he can smell it vividly when he is sitting in a police car, far away from the hospital.

But Jin Yun's death was so casual, there was no trace at all.

Even if Jin Yun died in a landslide and a flood, Chen Feng could accept it, but he died so silently, which made him always feel that something was wrong.

So I want to ask, even if I ask clearly, there may not be any direct benefit to him, but he just wants to know.

Meditate in your heart, and then put the incense on the censer.

Straight green smoke rises towards the sky, and time passes little by little.

Until only the last quarter or so of a stick of incense remains, the pen still does not move.

Chen Feng did not hesitate to light another one and inserted it side by side on the incense burner.

Soon, the previous incense burned out;

A moment later, the incense that had been made up was also burned out.

However, the pen remained motionless and did not respond at all.

"Hey, what's the matter, are you lying to us incense?" Su Xinyuan asked.

"This ......" Lao Hu also wondered.

In the worship of heaven, it is not without that there have been cases where people have been rejected because they have asked too much.

In fact, this is very common and even accounts for the majority.

Greed is a common characteristic of all intelligent life.

However, no matter what, even if you refuse, there should always be a response.

Lao Hu also wanted to scold his mother a little,

Okay, you give me a move, take the money, and don't let a fart go?

Isn't this a hooligan!

People think I swallowed it!

But Su Xinyuan dared to say this, and Lao Hu didn't dare to say it directly.

hurriedly explained: "Don't misunderstand, little sir, this is really not an old decay that makes a fool of itself and fills his pockets." As the so-called Skynet is magnificent, there is a common saying that the head is three feet high......"

Pick and pull and talk a lot.

Although I don't know what kind of temperament Chen Feng is, the last master of Shixinzhai Jin Yun, Hu Miaozhu understands.

Those who eat fasting can not offend, and it is better not to offend.

It's really a last resort, even if you suffer a little loss, it's best not to offend.

Especially for grassroots workers like him Lao Hu, who have a fixed job, this is even more so.

It's really hard for Lao Hu, even if you have to clear your responsibilities, you can't throw the pot at the top.

"Hu Miaozhu doesn't need to explain, I understand. ”

Chen Feng waved his hand.

Although there was no answer, he judged another important information from the side.

If you don't answer, it's not necessarily that the incense is not enough,

It may also be that they can't manage it, can't manage it, don't want to manage it, don't dare to manage it, and can't manage it.

Seeing Chen Feng's expressionless face, Hu Miaozhu thought that he was unhappy because he was 'deceived' because of the incense, thinking of the initial recognition of him from above, and the last strange result, Lao Hu moved a little Jiujiu in his heart, and said with a smile: "Little sir, I didn't expect such a thing to happen, there are a few golden melon seeds here, which is a little heart." ”

As he spoke, he took out a small handful of about a dozen melon-like things from his pocket, but they were golden.

"En?" Chen Feng was slightly stunned, what do you mean, give yourself gold?

These must be pure gold, worth a lot of money, the old man himself guards such a broken place, there is so much gold, and he gives it to himself, there is such a good thing?