"Brother Hao, it's here. Wang Jinming slowly stopped the car, looked at the desolate City God Temple outside the car window, and glanced at the mobile phone navigation very suspiciously, this is the City God Temple.

But why is it so shabby? Isn't it said to be very lively?

Zhang Hao looked at a dilapidated small temple outside the car window, and the corners of his mouth twitched, this dilapidated small temple is the famous Chenghuang Temple in Fuxian City, which is not quite in line with what he imagined.

Zhang Hao glanced at Wang Jinming, his expression was full of suspicion: "Are you sure this is the very lively City God Temple that you are talking about?"

Wang Jinming also wanted to cry without tears: "How did I know, this place was indeed very famous before, but I haven't been to Fuxian City for a long time." ”

Wang Jinming looked at the dilapidated small temple in front of him, and also felt powerless, but the navigation was indeed here.

Afraid that Zhang Hao would not believe the way he led, he handed the mobile phone to Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao waved his hand: "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that this City God Temple is really ......"

Zhang Hao shook his head, now that he has walked out of the seaside county, his divine power is not easy to use, and he can't feel this breath, so he doesn't know whether this City God Temple is true or not.

Thinking of this, Zhang Hao was about to cross the road and enter the City God Temple, but several old people who rushed out of the City God Temple avoided and retreated to the car.

Several old men held sticks and surrounded Zhang Hao and Wang Jinming, looking at Zhang Hao and Wang Jinming very vigilantly.

"We won't demolish it, we will never agree!" an old man said angrily to Zhang Hao.

Before the words fell, another old man directly hit Zhang Hao with a stick, scolding in his mouth: "You beasts, do you know that there are gods three feet above your head, and you still dare to fight the courage of the City God Temple."

Be careful, when the time comes, Lord Chenghuang will take all your souls away. ”

Zhang Hao looked at the stick that was about to fall, and his body quickly retreated, but Wang Jinming did not have such an agile body as Zhang Hao.

I just ate this stick hard.

"Ah!!" Wang Jinming hugged his arm, tears of pain were about to flow, staring at the old people around him, and directly scolded: "You are neurotic!"

Don't think that if you are an old man, you dare to do it at will?

Listening to Wang Jinming's provocation, the old man was furious, and he raised the stick in his hand again.

"Did you misunderstand something, old man? We're just here to have a look. Zhang Hao could see that it seemed that these old people were maintaining the City God Temple here, and they might have regarded themselves and Wang Jinming as a demolition team.

After the old man heard this, his face changed, the stick in his hand was still raised high, and he looked at Zhang Hao with a vigilant face and said, "How to prove it?"

After Zhang Hao heard it, his face was speechless.

How do you prove this?

Wang Jinming was knocked unconscious by the old man, looked at the old man who raised the stick with angry eyes, and shouted loudly: "If it is a demolition team, will it be just two people?"

Wang Jinming covered his arms, his shoulders bulged, rubbing the falling tears, and his mouth did not stop at all: "Lao Tzu has always bullied others, when will it be the turn of others to bully me?"

Don't think that I don't dare to fight the old man......"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Hao directly pressed his head down: "Say a few words." Then he smiled at the old men who thought he was very kind.

"This, old people, the two of us are indeed not demolition teams, we are from Haibin County, I heard that a city god temple in Fuxian City is very lively, this is not to come and see. ”

Zhang Hao explained to the old man.

Although the old man still had a look of disbelief on his face, the stick in his hand had been put down.

"Lao Zhang, I feel that these two really don't look like them. An old man leaned into the ear of an old man holding a stick.

The old man surnamed Zhang seemed to be the leader of this group of old people, Zhang Hao said with a smile: "Speaking of which, I am also a letter Zhang, and they are all from my own family."

Well, can you let me in and have a look, of course you can look at me. ”

Zhang Hao said to the old man surnamed Zhang, trying to express his kindness.

The old people looked at Zhang Hao as a young man, and he had an inexplicable temperament, and his guard was a little lowered, and after discussing it together.

The old man surnamed Zhang pointed at Wang Jinming with a stick and said to Zhang Hao: "You can go in, but he can't." ”

Wang Jinming's face changed when he heard this, and he was about to get up and reason with the old man, but he was stopped by Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao motioned to Wang Jinming to look around, and he didn't know when the people who were setting up stalls in place surrounded the two of them, and their faces looked very unfriendly.

It seems that there is a lot of prejudice against the two of them.

Zhang Hao glanced at Wang Jinming and motioned for Wang Jinming to return to the car.

Seeing this situation around him, Wang Jinming had no choice but to swallow his bitterness and return to the car holding his arm.

"Acquaintances, come in. Uncle Zhang glanced at Zhang Hao, and then waved his big hand towards the crowd: "It's scattered, what should you do, don't fence this place." ”

Uncle Zhang's prestige is indeed very great here, and after seeing Uncle Zhang speak, the crowd also dispersed and returned to his stall.

Zhang Hao looked around and smiled helplessly, the people here are really unfriendly, this place in Fuxian City should be an LC area, and there may be some kind of demolition turmoil.

Uncle Zhang didn't speak again, just silently followed behind Zhang Hao, carrying the stick in his hand all the time, and he was very wary of Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao didn't care about this, he didn't feel anything when he was outside, but when he just stepped into the City God Temple, he felt that this small temple suddenly shook silently.

Then a beam of light shone in from outside, and a dense mist appeared in the air, wrapped in a small token.

Zhang Hao didn't make any movement, and after standing at the door for a while, he raised his feet and walked slowly towards the small temple.

Keep an eye out for changes in the token as you go.

Zhang Hao found that with every step he took, the token would faintly emit a faint light, and as he walked in front of a god statue, the token broke away from the dense fog.

Quietly suspended above Zhang Hao's head, there were no words on it, just some patterns were engraved, but with Zhang Hao's steps, there was no movement.

What is this trying to do on its own?

Zhang Hao looked around, except for a statue of a god whose face had been blurred in the small temple, there was nothing else.

Uncle Zhang behind him didn't say anything, just looked at himself quietly.

Zhang Hao pondered for a moment, tidied up his clothes, came to the worship mat of the idol, and knelt down respectfully.

As soon as his knee touched the mat, a huge bell seemed to ring from above the sky.

Then, in Zhang Hao's perception, this City God Temple seemed to come to life, the whole body exuded a golden light, and the statue suddenly regained its vitality.

There was a very ethereal Peking Opera singing voice in my ears again, but it was different from the previous ones, this time it was very far away, and I couldn't hear what was being sung.

The idol of the god continues to evolve a series of movements in Zhang Hao's eyes, and the idol is wearing a different set of official uniforms, the official uniform is black as the main color, supplemented by red as the secondary color, which looks very majestic.

The divine power impacted Zhang Hao's body, and the aftermath also spread everywhere between heaven and earth, and the creatures around lowered their heads one after another, and kept kowtowing in the direction of the City God Temple with their heads trembling.

The idol looked at Zhang Hao, as if he wanted to speak, his voice was a little intermittent, as if he wanted to express something, Zhang Hao listened hard.

Finally, I understood.

This idol says: "I, the immortal city god of Fu, is in charge of the living and the dead, rewarding the good and punishing the evil, and the blessings and misfortunes ......of life and death."

After Zhang Hao heard it, he was very shocked, it turned out that this idol was the statue of Fuxian City God's Mansion, but depending on the situation, Fuxian City God's Mansion King seemed to have also fallen in that battle.

Zhang Hao saluted towards the statue again, and said very respectfully in his heart: "My subordinates are the envoys of the Seaside Youfang Palace, and I will meet the King of the City God's Mansion." ”

The idol seemed to sense Zhang Hao's words, stretched out his finger and pointed at Zhang Hao, and the words in his mouth were intermittent: "No...... You're not...... Dongyue ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the idol completely lost its divinity, turning into a cloud of smoke in the air, wrapping the token and floating in mid-air.

There is no tendency to fall.

Maybe the time is not right, Zhang Hao stood up and looked at the token floating up and down in the air, thinking to himself.

"There aren't many young people who can see such god-fearing people now. Uncle Zhang seemed to be very satisfied with Zhang Hao's bowing.

The indifference of the face disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a kind kindness.

looked at Zhang Hao with satisfaction, and the stick in his hand was also placed far away when Zhang Hao knelt down.

After seeing Zhang Hao get up, Uncle Zhang also straightened his expression, came to the worship mat, and respectfully bowed three times and bowed nine times to the statue.

Zhang Hao didn't speak, quietly looked at the token floating above, maybe this is an opportunity to open the City God Temple, but I don't know when this opportunity will come.

"What's your name, young man?"

When Zhang Hao came back to his senses, Uncle Zhang had already knelt down and finished worshipping, and walked in front of him and looked at him with a smile.

"Uncle, my name is Zhang Hao. ”

"Today's young people no longer know what it means to have a god with a head up, they just do something to slander the gods, if the gods know about it, they will be punished!"

Uncle Zhang patted Zhang Hao's shoulder with satisfaction, and then motioned for Zhang Hao to follow him out.

Zhang Hao smiled: "Actually, I have always felt that there are gods in this world. ”

Seeing that the uncle let down his guard, Zhang Hao remembered that a group of old people saw him like an enemy before. Could it be that the damage to the City God Temple has anything to do with this incident?

So Zhang Hao said to the uncle: "But uncle, what did you do just now?"

And why is this City God Temple ......"

PS:This Xiaolan is a little afraid to read this chapter.,Actually, Xiaolan feels very contradictory.,On the one hand, Xiaolan hopes that the uncles can point out Xiaolan's shortcomings.,But I'm afraid of being scolded.,But every time Xiaolan takes it seriously after reading the comments and this chapter.,Although I won't reply.,Because I've been crying and fainting in the toilet.。

However, Xiaolan is working hard to correct Xiaolan's mistakes, and some of the previous ones are Xiaolan's immature performance, and it is also a manifestation of weak pen power, Xiaolan has been improving, and has been working hard!

I am also very grateful to all of you for supporting Xiaolan until now, I am really touched. Of course, if you have anything you want to say, you can say it directly, you don't have to care about me at all, it's a big deal that I just cry.

I'll be served later!