"But they are, liars. ”

Onlookers looked at the old man from the sidelines, for fear that something would happen to the old man for a while, and then he would rely on himself.

"Liars, they're not liars, I think you look like you!"

The old man replied very politely, ignoring the crowd, and rushed directly to his room.

Then, he took out all his savings.

Some good men and women saw this scene and were very puzzled, what was going on?

Then when they asked, they expressed their willingness to take out their own money to help Lao Zhang tide over the difficulties.

At this time, the bystanders behind spoke.

However, this time it was not the old man who was pulling, but these good men and women: "I think it's possible that these old men are just crazy about money."

How could it be that he couldn't even take out 50,000 yuan?

Don't be fooled!"

"yes, don't be fooled!"

Everyone grabbed the good men and women who wanted to send money, and looked at the old men with very unkind eyes.

At this time, seeing this scene, the old man's nose was about to be crooked.

His fingers trembled and pointed at everyone, and the tone of his voice was also intermittent:"

You, what the hell are you trying to do?

Lao Zhang is lying on the hospital bed at this time, this is his life-saving money, you can go and see for yourself if it is really fake!"

You guys really can't figure it out, what do these people think, and where is the most basic trust between people?

There is some sadness.

When did this world become like this?

However, the good men and women did not listen to the bystanders, and without saying a word, they rushed directly into their pockets and took out the money of their carry-on people.

This money can't be slow!

"Hey, if you don't listen, I've been cheated of money now, don't blame me for not reminding me!"

Seeing that these people were quickly taking out money and raising money, the person next to him said sneeringly.

Brother Long saw this scene in the back, and his face gradually showed a trace of anger, where did the most basic trust between people go?!

"I can testify that this uncle is really in a hurry to use the money!"

Brother Long stood up, his voice was loud, and at the same time he waved his arms hard, trying to make everyone see him.

"Aren't you the streamer?!"

In the crowd, there are people with sharp eyes, and at a glance it seems to be the fuse of this matter, but what I can't understand is why this person is standing opposite.

However, after Brother Long said this, some people still hesitated for a moment, and then took out some money from their pockets.

It was quickly stuffed into the hands of the old men.

"Thank you, thank you very much!"

The old man felt very sad, in Lao Zhang's body, he seemed to see his own future, and there was no one to rely on.

No one is willing to help him, and all the medical expenses will be pressed on him.

It's like a big mountain.

I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't breathe.

However, those who can come up with money are a few sporadic in this group, and most of them choose to hold their hands on their chests and watch the excitement.

The old men, at this time, I feel a lot older in an instant, and inadvertently, I feel that the gray hair on the heads of the old men has become a little more.

In an instant, they felt that the world had become very strange to them.

And, at this time, there is no one to rely on, the only thing I can rely on is the small City God Temple in front of me.

Not only the old men, but even the good men and women also felt the malice of the world in an instant.

The world, when has it changed.

"Can you do me a favor, young man?"

An old man, tremblingly, stuffed the money in his hand to Brother Long, and at the same time his tone became very weak.

"What, just say!"

Brother Long witnessed the whole process on the side, and he also felt very sorry for the experience of several old men, at this time, his education and his own heart told him.

I want to help these old people in front of me, because the whole world is on the opposite side of them at this time.

What they can rely on, in addition to the small ruined temple on that side, the gods that don't exist, and the ones they can rely on are themselves.

At this time, Brother Long seemed to know why these old people believed in the gods, and were even willing to believe in them all the time.

Because no one cares about them, no one listens to their feelings, only the gods.

It's their dependence!

Every person who believes in the gods is psychologically a loner.

"Help us send this money to the hospital and repay this favor. ”

An old man who took the lead handed the money to Brother Long with both hands, and then walked towards the City God Temple behind him.

"Wait, why don't we go together?"

Brother Long was curious, why is this?

At this time, what is the purpose of going to the City God Temple?

Brother Long remembered the man he met before, it seemed that he didn't appear here at this time, could it be that he went to worship God?

Is God really that reliable?

Brother Long didn't continue to think about it, because Lao Zhang couldn't wait.

Although the hospital has opened a green channel, it is inevitable that the treatment will not be in place because of the lack of money.

Brother Long didn't choose to look back to see what was going on in the City God Temple, and jumped into his car without looking back.

Drive towards the First People's Hospital of Fuxian City.

There was a loneliness in the eyes of the old men, and it seemed to be the same as this weather.

A cold sigh, and a gray loneliness.

"What do they want to do?"

A bystander asked, but the people around him shook their heads, what are you doing here if you don't go to the hospital to accompany people at this time?

Is it to worship God?

You guessed it!

A few old men, in the eyes of everyone, walked into the City God Temple, and then came to the statue of the City God, raised their heads and took a deep look.

"If you kneel for three days and three nights devoutly, can you renew Lao Zhang's life!?"

The old men muttered to themselves, renewing Lao Zhang's life, why not renew his life, if Lao Zhang succeeds, then that is to say, he will ...... in the future

"Master Chenghuang, no matter what you say, we believe in you. ”

An old man who took the lead, supporting his thin body, knelt down heavily!

Boom –

As the old man knelt down heavily, the drums in the City God's Mansion made a sound.

It's slight, but the drums are far away.

Zhang Hao stood alone in front of the City God's Mansion, looking down.

He saw all the situation below, but he didn't want to interfere.

He had been quietly overlooking the red dust, and at this time, he was in a trance.

It seems that in the time of a thousand years, a man, that is, on a seat, overlooks the red dust for thousands of years, just behind......

He had a headache, and although he saw the picture in a trance for a while, he always felt that it seemed to be true.

Moreover, that man seems to be himself.

But this feeling, with the sound of drums in the City God's Mansion behind him, gradually dissipated.

Zhang Hao looked over, and as the old men knelt down one after another, the drums behind him continued to sound softly.

Drums after drums, circling back and forth in front of the firmament.

seems to be pouring out, Hongchen's deep affection, and the long sorrow of the underworld.

After the old men knelt down, they didn't speak again, but just knelt down quietly, their eyes closed, and their hearts prayed sincerely.

A condensed desire rose from everyone's minds.

The degree of stout made Zhang Hao moved, as if he had never seen such a condensed willingness, incomparably thick, showing the firm faith of the praying person.

A trace of faint mosquitoes began to appear in Zhang Hao's ears.

However, it is not enough to hear clearly.

"Is this still worshipping God at this time? Is this crazy?"

The people outside held up their mobile phones, and by zooming in, it was not difficult to see what the people in the City God Temple were doing.

One by one, they all knelt respectfully in front of the statue of the god God.

However, you can only see the back, not the face.

Their faces are dignified and solemn.

There is not a hint of disrespect.

At this time, some people are still sneering.

Some people are still taking pictures frantically to criticize these people's practices, how indecent and nonsensical they are.

The good men and women have completely exploded, they have endured it for a long time, and this time, they can't bear it anymore.

"You may not believe it, but please don't denigrate our faith!"

"Please leave, you are not welcome here at the City God Temple!"

"It's like, if we talk nonsense or something, we're going to drive people out!"

Seeing that the good men and women who have always been obedient actually showed aggression at this time, the onlookers couldn't help it.

They opened their mouths to squirt.

However, what made everyone feel that a punch had been punched on the cotton was that the good men and women did not refute what they had just said in the slightest.

Ignoring the crowd at all, he tidied up his clothes on the spot.

You say yours, as long as our faith remains the same!

The good men and women respectfully knelt down towards the City God Temple, maintaining the same posture as the old men inside, but did not enter.

Inside, leave it to them.

His face was solemn, his hands were folded, and his heart was calm and religious.

At this moment, as everyone knelt down together, the drum behind Zhang Hao in the City God's Mansion suddenly made a loud sound.

Subsequently, between the universe and under the sky, only the sound of drums sounded.

With the echo of the drums, the silent petition in everyone's hearts sounded directly in Zhang Hao's ears.

The voice changed from its previous softness, to a bell as thick as a bell, filled with pious prayers in unison.

It's hard to imagine that so many people are praying for one thing in their hearts.

Ask Chenghuang to save Zhang Xuan's life!

Zhang Hao didn't expect that their desire was so strong and could cause the drums in the mansion to beat loudly.

Subsequently, thousands of strands of strong willingness, along with the prayer in unison, continued to condense from the top of the heads of good men and women, intertwined in the sky above the City God's Mansion.

The smoke is getting thicker and thicker.

Day 1!

Zhang Hao looked at the petition of the people below and muttered silently in his heart.

Two days and three nights!!

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