A wisp of green smoke drifted in from the night sky in the southwest, no, it should have been taken.

The ghost of the Yin Division in the Land Temple was frightened.

When he appeared in front of Jiang Xiaobai and the others, the ghost body was trembling, bowing slightly in shock, looking at Jiang Xiaobai and them.

It's scary.

He was cast a spell by the person in front of him several miles away, and he was suddenly photographed like this, and he had no resistance.

"I don't know which way it is a god, the small one is a yin body in Pudong Street, West District, Shanghai, who is in charge of the land and is directly under the jurisdiction of the local city god. ”

This ghost with a face of thirty or forty years old, Si Swenwen, while carefully looking at Jiang Xiaobai and the others, was full of nervousness to introduce his identity and origin.

On the one hand, he reported his identity, and on the other hand, he let people know that he had a background, but his face was a little flustered, because he didn't know what these people were doing and why he was here.

"Since you are a local priest, why are you so cowardly, stand up, and I will ask you. ”

Jiang Xiaobai looked at this "land" cowering and frightened, and gave a slight reprimand.

Of course, the tone was not heavy, and he also knew that it was not long before the above eight sects took the lead in uniting the Daomen and other hundreds of schools to establish the Yin Si system, and most of the Yin priesthood still recruited ordinary green ghosts, which were formed after selection.

This "land" that looks like Sven, not fat or thin, is also an ordinary green ghost, and he has no ability.

"Hey, Daxian, excuse me. ”

As soon as this "land" heard Jiang Xiaobai's words, the ghost body immediately straightened up, and he hurriedly responded.

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, the other party just asked him, it shouldn't be anything.

"Let me ask you, do you know the name Bai Zhenjun?"

Jiang Xiaobai asked him.

"Xiao Si knows, knows. ”

When the "land" heard this, he immediately nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and then said:

"Bai Zhenjun is a statue of the main god enshrined in our Shanghai City God's Temple, enshrined in less than three or April, but the gods in the temple need incense every day, Xiao Si used to be in the City God's Temple, I heard that it is a very powerful living immortal......"

Jiang Xiaobai listened quietly, and finally waited for the other party to finish speaking, and then said something with a flat face.

"Where is the City God Temple, you will lead the way. ”

As he spoke, he got up, raised his hand, and a fresh breeze swept through, lifting everyone up and going straight to the sky.

"Great immortal, I can't help it, I can't help it, Xiao Si leaves his post without permission, and the gods in the temple will severely punish me. ”

This "land" was swept up and let out an exclamation and cried bitterly.

This guy is too timid and cringe.

"Don't worry, you just have to lead the way. ”

Jiang Xiaobai said.

There is no way, forced by the situation, this "land" can only show the way to these masters and immortals who can fly to the sky.

Heroes don't suffer immediate losses!

The group headed towards the southeast inner city.

...............

And in the inner city dozens of miles away, the City God Temple.

At the moment when the New Year arrived, the lights in the Temple were not extinguished.

White candles, red and yellow smoke.

In the Chenghuang Temple, the largest prosperous city on the East China Sea, there are seven or eight Taoist priests stationed in the temple, who are the masters of the temple in the eyes of the world on the surface, and secretly are in charge of the Yin Division in this prosperous metropolis.

These Taoist priests just bathed and changed their clothes, changed into Taoist clothes, shook prayer flags, and carried out a New Year's ceremony.

The sacrifice took place in the main temple.

There are only two clay statues enshrined in the main hall.

The clay sculpture of Daozu Laozi, one zhang two feet and three inches, is in the main, and on the side is a golden statue, holding a crimson sword, majestic and vicious.

This clay sculpture did not exist before, but it was erected not long ago, and after it was erected, it received the incense of the world in the main hall.

This clay sculpture is known as the Taoist god Bai Zhenjun.

Judging from the position of worship, the status is very respectful, only below the Taoist ancestor Laozi.

After these Taoist priests worshiped Lao Tzu, they worshiped Bai Zhenjun again.

The first middle-aged Taoist priest, with a mole on the corner of his left eyebrow, his face is white and pure, beardless, lighting three black incense sticks, holding them, bowing three times, and then inserting them in front of the golden clay statue.

Take one, two, three steps back, say a little in your mouth, raise a hand, erect it on your chest, and pinch your hand.

After two or three breaths, he let out a low cry in his mouth, pointed his finger forward, and a white true qi shot straight into the smoke on the three ink-scented clouds.

The true qi melted into the smoke, and the smoke churned instantly, and gradually the Huangpu River was bustling with people, and the fireworks were brilliant.

"The true monarch subdues the demon, the creation and manifestation of the saint, the incense of the thousand autumns, and the faith of all the people. ”

The first Taoist priest drank it in his mouth, grabbed a cloud of white mist from the smoke of the three ink-scented sticks, and then quickly pinched and grasped it in the void with both hands.

Gradually, a small colorful snake and a golden phantom were grabbed out of the white mist.

"Go"

The middle-aged Taoist shook off and smashed the colorful small snake and the golden phantom into the picture formed by the condensation of three ink-incense smokes.

After breathing time, I saw a colorful snake in the picture making waves in the river, and soon after, a golden god appeared from the river, holding a red sword, slashed the colorful snake, and then retreated.

The scene that happened on the Huangpu River was just the result of this Taoist priest casting a mysterious spell in the air.

After casting the spell, the middle-aged Taoist priest waved his sleeve robe to disperse the smoke screen.

This simple ritual is over.

"Senior Brother Ziyang, it is estimated that after this practice, the incense offering to real people in the temple should not be broken, others didn't do it, you are the first, hehe. ”

At the end of the ceremony, a slightly younger black-robed Taoist priest with a dust whisk in his hand spoke, smiling on his face.

"Naturally, the real person is the pillar stone of my Daomen, sits on the foundation of the Daomen, revitalizes the outline of the troubled times, cultivates three hundred congenital children, and has preached several times, blessing a hundred families, and deserves to enjoy the incense of the world. ”

The middle-aged Taoist with moles on the corners of his eyebrows clenched his fists at the statue of the True Monarch in front of him, looking up at the statue, his eyes flashing with a glittering divine light.

There is generosity and passion in the words, and the feelings are sincere, but they do not seem to be fake.

The pillar stone of the gate in his mouth, preached several times, blessed a hundred schools, and brought out the "real person" who was born with three hundred innates, and there are no two people in Kyushu.

It turned out that the method he performed in front of the world in Shanghai was actually to show his respect and respect for this real person.

Lin Ziyang is a native of Maoshan Mountain, two years ago, he was ordered by the sect to sit in this prosperous city, and joined hands with the above to assume the position of the city's Yin Division City God, improve the Yin Division system, and control the gradually rising ghosts and monsters in the city.

He is more enthusiastic, the deeds of the Taoist Jiang Zhenren are the most enthusiastic and clear, three or four months ago the real person preached to a hundred schools, the scene was grand, and then he erected a statue of the real person, let him accept the incense of the world and bow down sincerely, two days ago, he listened to the real person to cultivate three hundred congenital doors, the mood was enthusiastic, and he directed and acted in this "play" at the moment of welcoming the New Year today, which can be said to be very sincere.

In Lin Ziyang's heart, a real person deserves him.