Qin Yue was shocked by Fang Jin's words, forty or fifty thousand sheep blood sacrifices are unheard of, where is the temple sacred?

Fang Jin was frightened by Qin Yue's sudden change of color, and couldn't help but shudder and said, "That Guan Kou Temple, offer ...... It is Erlang Zhenjun who is enshrined. ”

"Erlang God?"

"Exactly."

Qin Yue sighed and said angrily: "Erlang God is Erlang God, what do you want to say about the mouth god, by the way, the forty-five sheep blood sacrifice you said, this is too exaggerated." ”

Fang Jin also wiped the white sweat on his forehead, and explained with a smile: "It's not an exaggeration, there are more than 50,000 in the harvest year, and there are more than 30,000 in the year, and these sheep come from all directions, just for the day of June 24th, to worship Erlang Zhenjun." ”

"Tell me why the people are so religious."

"Because he is the lord of Sichuan, whether the two rivers are safe and rich depends on the protection of Erlang Zhenjun."

Qin Yue fanned a few hard, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Yang Jian's incense to be so prosperous, people enter the incense, and he eats blood." ”

Fang Jin was surprised: "Yang Jian? Dare to ask the festival handsome, who is this Yang Jian? ”

"Oh, Erlang God."

“……”

Qin Yue saw Fang Jin's surprised appearance, and he was also confused: "Why, aren't you Yang Jian, the Erlang God?" ”

Fang Jin shook his head and smiled: "The people only know pious worship, what is the name and surname of this Erlang Zhenjun, but they have their own opinions, the people near Guanzhou Zuo said that he was Li Erlang who controlled the water Li Bing, and the people in Victoria, Maozhou and other places said that he was Yang Erlang, the prince of Ma, and the people in Shumei and other places said that he was Zhao Erlang Zhao Yu who killed the dragon, and as for the Shishu of Yizhou and Zizhou, he was considered the second prince of silkworms......

In short, there are different theories, but the tradition of killing sheep as sacrifices is at least hundreds of years old. However, this is the first time I have heard of Yang Jian's statement. ”

Qin Yue let out an "ah", his thoughts turned sharply, and he slapped the fan heavily before he was tea, and smiled at Fang Jin, who was questioning: "I have only remembered it for a long time, and then I remembered where I heard it." This is what I saw in an ancient book when I traveled to Lang Keshan with my master, and I can read the list of gods? ”

"God List? Forgive the official for being lonely and unheard, but it was the first time he had heard of it. ”

"Does Lord Stove know?"

"But I know that every stove has an offering."

"Do you know what the surname of the Lord of the Stove is?"

Fang Jin was stunned and said with a smile: "But I don't know." ”

"I don't know, because hundreds of millions of people in the world have different stoves, and the kings of Zhang and Li Zhao are all different."

"Xiaguan...... I'm a little confused, I don't know what this stove prince has to do with Erlang Zhenjun? ”

Qin Yue laughed loudly and said: "Fengshen Bang, it seems that you don't know, I'll talk to you." ”

"Erlang God, surnamed Yang Mingjian, this can't be wrong, he is the nephew of the Jade Emperor."

"The Jade Emperor?"

Qin Yue patted his head, and realized that he had a long way to go, and explained at the moment: "It's the Haotian Emperor, this Haotian Emperor has a younger sister, one day Sifan ran to the world, met a scholar named Yang Tianyou, and gave birth to a boy, this boy is Yang Jian, the fairy violated the rules of heaven and was pressed under the peach mountain by the Jade Emperor......"

"In order to save his mother, Yang Jian worshiped Yuding Zhenren as a teacher, learned the Nine Turns Xuangong, and had seventy-two kinds of change techniques, it is with this ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, he can take the mountain to catch the sun, split the peach mountain, and rescue his mother's ......"

"Later, King Wu fell, and Jiang Ziya was crowned a god......"

Fang Jin had heard such a flesh-and-blood mythological story, and he was fascinated unconsciously, Qin Yue didn't talk about it, he was still reminiscing, and after a long time, he sighed: "No wonder people everywhere say anything, it turns out that there are seventy-two changes." I don't know ...... temple."

"Brother Zixian, just rest assured, this matter is wrapped up in me, so please ......"

"Thank you, Jie Shuai."

Sending Fang in, Qin Yue rubbed his hands, patted his head, and went back to the backyard to find his master.

Believing in the story of the Fengshen Bang, he and his two bull-nosed Taoist friends will be interested, just to find something to do for the extremely bored Zhou Rong, she is still reminiscing about Uncle Jiao.

Sure enough, when Qin Yue told the general story, Xu Wudao's arms shook, his hair fluttered, and he shouted: "The old man will let Chen Tuan be his grandson, and he will come to be his grandson obediently, and roar ......."

It's good to like it, and it's good to be excited.

Qin Yue believes that a systematic myth and legend is more effective than ordinary scriptures.

You don't see the Lord of the Rings, Hokage, Harry Potter, etc., these fictional characters and fictional stories have influenced many people around the world.

Chasing fans, chasing dramas, chasing is your own soul.

This is a powerful cultural force that cannot be ignored, sharper than steel knives, and fiercer than artillery.

Especially in this age when information is not yet developed, in this age when it is customary to attribute all unknowability to the gods. Thousands of people need to have spiritual food implanted with positive energy.

……

Song Jiong has been a grandson for several days.

He was dressed in sackcloth and squatted in the courtyard in a daze.

The Yin family is gone.

Since that night of madness, Yin's fell ill and died in a few days, which is something he couldn't have imagined, why is it that he is also a woman, how the girl in the hook column is cheap, his wife, the slightest excitement is so unbearable, although he dislikes her delicate when he does not pass the door, but it is always a day husband and wife hundred days.

Besides, it's your fault.

He fell into deep remorse.

However, what I didn't expect was that the second brother was mad, his mother was angry, and he was grounded after starting a family.

Behind the door, there were eight of his brothers' henchmen, and he was locked up in his own home.

Stay at home.

Your own guilt and remorse are your own business, why should you still control them?

Mother will only nag at the margin, the second brother will only be unreasonable and domineering, is he born to be disciplined, he has been running at both ends in Xuzhou Jingzhong in the past two years, and he has worked hard to earn a lot of wealth for the family, but he can't get a good appraisal, is it that after his father's death, the family has changed?

What an eldest brother is like a father, phew!

"Saburo...... Someone came to visit outside the door. ”

"How can a certain family be grounded, how can you see guests."

"I said it was to deliver a letter for Jiro."

Song Jiong let out a long sigh and said to the porter: "Then you report a fart and bring people directly, won't you get it?" ”

“…… Promise. ”

The porter stepped back and quickly led the guests in, taking off his cloak, but he was a middle-aged monk with a lot of appearance.

"Amitabha."

"You said that the second brother sent you to deliver the letter, but do you have a token?"

"There are no tokens."

Song Jiong sneered: "Could it be that my brother is confused?" ”

"Because there is no need for a token in this matter, the donor will naturally believe it."

"Oh, but I don't know what the great monk is going to say?"

"Say a good marriage for the donor......"

"Joke, when will the release of the door also control the marriage between the world."

The monk was calm, sat down on his own seat, and said with a smile: "Regardless of marriage, it is just a message." Today, there are six mothers of the Fu family, beautiful and incomprehensible, and there is an atmosphere of luck in the body, which is a rare good match in the world......"

Song Jiongqian stood up: "What did you say?" ”

The monk was calm and relaxed, and just looked at him with a smile, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

Song Jiong was a little unnatural, his right hand against his left hand, pressed out a few bone joints, and thought about it: "Although my brother is in a high position, he is only a little idle to worship, compared with King Wei, the portal is not much worse, how can he let his daughter come to this continuation of the truth?" ”

"If the poor monk says yes, he can do it."

“……”

Song Jiong raised his head in surprise, but what he saw was the arrogance of the other party's Zhizhu in his hand.

"There is no need to look at the poor monk like this, if you want to know the reason, just ask how much you know about your second brother."

Song Jiong looked at the person who came, dumbfounded.

"How much do you know about the second brother?"

This shouting and questioning was like a thunderclap that burst through the eardrums.