Got it, got it.

The cicadas are noisy in the trees, setting off the quiet of the summer.

In the shabby temple, Yu Shengpan sat in a clean place, and put down the vegetables and wine cups in the food box one by one.

Yu Sheng poured a glass of wine, clinked glasses and asked him, "Are you a god?"

The old man shook his head, "I'm not a god, I'm a ghost. ”

"What's the difference?" the rest of his life was puzzled.

Ghosts and gods are not gods, but ghosts. After death, the soul leaves the body, that is, the lonely soul and wild ghost.

Many of them will choose reincarnation, but many of them will choose to stay in the world and become ghosts.

There are many reasons for ghosts to stay in the world, such as obsession, appointment, or waiting.

In order to maintain their existence in the world, they will cultivate ghost power, but ghosts and gods are not.

Because they are loved in life and believed and worshiped after death, ghosts and gods will survive in the world by virtue of the power of faith.

"I've been in the temple for a long, long time, but I'm going to leave soon. The old man drank the wine from the cup slowly and enjoyed it carefully.

He said to the rest of his life, "It's been a long time since I've drunk a sagewood wine. ”

For the rest of his life, few people came to worship in the small temple, and there were naturally fewer offerings.

The old man used chopsticks to take a bite of food, chewed carefully, and cherished every drop and every bite.

"Young man, the cooking skills are really good, I never thought that the vegetables I planted back then were so delicious. The old man praised the rest of his life.

After Yu Sheng smiled innocently, he asked him seriously, "Why did you leave, you were angry with the townspeople, so you decided to leave?"

"Angry? no, no, no. The old man shook his head.

"Ghosts and gods exist because of the power of faith, and now that people no longer believe in Saturnalia, it's time to enter reincarnation. ”

"Saturnalia?" said for the rest of his life, "I can trust you, and I don't know how to farm, so I just need advice." ”

"Haha. The old man smiled and took a glass of wine.

Yu Sheng said seriously: "It's true, the land left by the old man is now barren, and I will have to grow vegetables in a few days." ”

"Do you believe in God?" asked the old man with a smile.

The rest of his life was silent. Although his soul penetrated to another world and was used to seeing demons and monsters, he never believed in God for the rest of his life.

"Faith comes from the heart and cannot be forced. Saturnalia said.

Yu Sheng sighed lightly and staggered the topic, "How did you become the god of agriculture?"

That was a long, long time ago. The sword bag has just been hung up on the archway for a long time, and someone has just settled in the town.

It is difficult to cultivate land in the wilderness, and it is necessary to find out the quality of the soil, master the time of farming, and even fight against weeds.

But with the help of the old man, the townspeople quickly mastered the skills of farming, and the crops that were suitable for growing in the time and on the land.

The townspeople were very grateful to the old man, so after the old man's death, the temple was built in the town.

People believed in him, called him the god of agriculture, and offered his idol in the temple, prayed for good weather and promised a good harvest.

The power of their faith allowed the old man's soul to remain in the world, protecting the farmland wherever he could.

But over time, the god of saturnalia was forgotten.

Having lost the power of faith, the Saturnalia grew old and became what he is now.

The food is gone, and the wine is dry. The old man stretched his waist and smiled, "Okay, I should go back to the statue to rest." ”

"Hmm. Yu Sheng packed up the food box and turned to walk outside.

As he stepped out of the threshold, he looked back and said, "I really don't know how to farm." ”

The old man smiled and said, "Then let me do my last bit of effort." ”

Yu Sheng stepped on the wild grass and walked to the road, and saw that the buns and a few of them were still playing on the road, so he beckoned them to come over.

"Brother Sheng~" They ran fast and soon arrived in front of them.

Yu Sheng pointed to the weeds in front of the temple, "You pull out the weeds here, and Brother Sheng will let you eat it at night." ”

"Okay. They didn't ask the reason for the bun, they immediately agreed, and rushed forward with great enthusiasm.

When he returned to the inn for the rest of his life, the old monk and apprentice were still there. They came down the mountain today to buy what they needed to live in the town.

"Why are you only coming back now?" asked him.

Yu Sheng put down the food box and poured a bowl of water, "Accompanied the god to drink a few cups." ”

Li Zheng thought that he was talking nonsense again, but said: "Take out all the shabby bedding that you don't need in the inn, and let the master go back to make the bed." ”

"Hmm. Yu Sheng drank the water and nodded, then turned upstairs and picked up the next set.

Aunt Ma also brought some covers over at this time, and let the old monks use them for the time being.

The old monk folded his hands and thanked him, and said: "The mountain is plagued by rats, I don't know if there are cats in the town?"

Yu Sheng said casually: "Hey, yes, the inn seems to be a rat." ”

Aunt Ma was overjoyed, "It's just right, the litter of kittens with big peanuts in my family can be taken away now." ”

Yu Sheng shook his head, "Who has a puppy?"

"You still have a puppy in the sixth master's house. Li Zheng stopped as he spoke, and said strangely: "What are you looking for a dog for, rat?"

Yu physiology said of course: "I raise a dog, wouldn't it be a mouse and watch the door." ”

"I don't speak out of tune. Li was pushing him and driving him to Aunt Ma'er's house to hug the cat.

There are five kittens in total, and two are left for the rest of their lives.

One of the flowers was named the black cat, and the other was named the sheriff.

The sun was slanting in the west, and the old monk was staying in the inn, but the old monk insisted on going back.

Yu Sheng stood on the steps and watched them walk through the torii and onto the stone bridge.

The old monk carried a large bamboo basket, and the little monk carried a small bamboo basket.

The old monk leaned over and pulled the little monk, and the little monk ran and jumped up, facing the slanting sun and walking towards the mountain.

When they returned to the inn, they were no longer there, and the Celestial Master was the only one.

He said coldly to the rest of his life: "There is a demonic spirit." ”

"Do you know?" said Yu Sheng proudly, "This name is creative enough, it's much brighter than Tongfu and Yuelai." ”

"That's not what I'm talking about. The Heavenly Master said.

"What's that?" Yu Sheng teased the two cats, "Black cat, come, jump." ”

"Forget it, I'm not sure. The Heavenly Master shook his head, "The flower cat is called the black cat, what is your name?" ”

Yu Sheng glanced at the Heavenly Master and said disdainfully: "If the black cat is called a black cat, then it is still a name?"

The Celestial Master was speechless.

"By the way, have you forgotten something?" the Celestial Master reminded him.

"What's the matter?" Yu Sheng looked at him and suddenly realized, "My table~" turned around and ran outside.

The rest of my life came back with Hachito. He forgot about this stubble, but Hachito remembered it, and went over to help after picking the sledgehammer in the afternoon.

It was late at night, and they went to bed early, leaving the store alone for the rest of their lives.

Outside the door, the two lanterns of "guest" and "inn" swayed in the wind, the moon was full in January, and the lack of January was illuminated, and the illuminated street was as bright as day.

Yu Sheng sat behind the counter, playing with Wu Zhu's oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

When chatting with the god of agriculture during the day, the rest of my life was enlightened.

The vast majority of lonely ghosts will choose reincarnation, and there is a reason for any ghost to stay in the world.

This umbrella is a trapped ghost magic weapon, and there are countless trapped ghosts in it, most of which are lonely ghosts.

With the Fat Witch Blessing, the rest of his life will never think that all the ghosts for him to drive are willing to refuse reincarnation.

If you can release them and let them enter samsara, you will definitely get a lot of merit points.

Just do it, and the rest of your life immediately put her hand into the oil-paper umbrella.