Zhang Hao hesitated when he said this, looked at Uncle Zhang walking in front of him, and didn't say any more.

Uncle Zhang glanced back at Zhang Hao, and his tone was a little funny: "Do you want to say that the City God Temple here is so small, and it is not the same as the legend."

Or is it that the City God Temple in Fuxian City, which I have always heard about, is very lively, but when I look here, I find that it is actually very desolate?"

Uncle Zhang knew very well what Zhang Hao wanted to say, and took Zhang Hao's words.

Zhang Hao glanced at the uncle apologetically, a little embarrassed, and said here that the City God Temple was small and tattered.

Uncle Zhang laughed self-deprecatingly and shook his head: "This matter is a long story, let's go and sit on my stall outside for a while." ”

Uncle Zhang led Zhang Hao out of the City God Temple, and everyone surrounded him when they saw this, with naked disgust for Zhang Hao in their eyes.

"What are you doing, it's not a demolition, it's a kid who respects tradition, and he came here to worship God. ”

Uncle Zhang smiled very happily, and seemed to be very satisfied with Zhang Hao's move of coming all the way here to worship God.

Seeing that Uncle Zhang was very satisfied with this young man, everyone put away their hostility towards Zhang Hao, but was a little apologetic.

"I'm sorry, young man. I thought it was a guy from the demolition team. ”

"That's it, it turned out to be a young man who respected tradition, I have to say that we can't forget our roots, we want to believe in the gods of the East Land, can those things in the West be called gods?

It's just a bunch of monsters!"

"It's just that, a bunch of monsters also want to enter the East Soil?

Everyone apologized to Zhang Hao, and while apologizing, they also sprayed those missionaries who spread the word of belief in the Western Heaven-style gods.

"It's okay, it's okay. Zhang Hao replied with a smile.

"Okay, okay, let's go back to the stall, what are you still doing here?" Uncle Zhang dismissed everyone angrily, and then pulled Zhang Hao to his stall.

Very politely asked Zhang Hao to sit down, took out a tea bowl, and poured tea with a smile: "This is good tea, I usually don't take it out to drink." ”

Uncle Zhang said to Zhang Hao seriously.

"Thank you, uncle. Zhang Hao was not hypocritical, took the teacup and took a sip gently, then nodded with a smile and praised: "It's good tea!"

"Hahaha, the young man really knows the goods!" The uncle was very happy and poured Zhang Hao another cup of tea.

"Speaking of things here, in fact, I am also very angry, the City God Temple here before was really big, and there are temple buildings almost a few miles from here!"

The uncle pointed to the small temple that was now dilapidated, then stretched out his arm, drawing a large circle in the air: "A city god is not a nonsense, the scope of the city god's jurisdiction is very vast, so how can the city god mansion be so small?"

When the uncle talked about the City God's Mansion, the admiration in his eyes moved Zhang Hao, which was a sincere force of faith.

However, his priesthood is very small, and when he does not reach the time when he has the power to carry the incense of the people, basically all the people can know is the city god of Yifu, but the Youfang Hall is rarely known.

"So, why has it become like this now?" After Zhang Hao took a sip of tea, he picked up the teapot and filled it for Uncle Zhang.

The uncle was a little angry, stood up and pointed back: "It's not a real estate developer a few years ago, and then a large number of old buildings were demolished and their own real estate was built.

Seeing that the City God Temple occupies the place, he directly wants to demolish the temple without saying a word. We old men and women have no choice but to watch the City God Temple being demolished to the way it is now. ”

The uncle said sadly, pointing to several high-rise buildings under construction behind him: "That's it, what does the City God Temple affect the appearance of the city."

This is handed down by our ancestors, and the city has been ruined there?"

Zhang Hao followed the old man's finger and looked over, and there were four big characters written on these high-rise buildings: Zhang's Group.

Zhang Hao felt that these four words seemed to have been seen or heard somewhere, and after thinking for a while, he found that he couldn't think of it, so he simply put this matter aside.

"So, why were you so guarded when we came?"

"This land is going to be used for real estate development, so it has to be demolished completely, and even a small temple will not be left for us. ”

The uncle's face turned cold, and he snorted coldly.

"I will come several times a day for a while, and I will bring a lot of people to demolish the temple, this City God Temple is a temple after the gods, if it is demolished, the gods will be angry, when the time comes!"

Uncle Zhang said very seriously: "The gods are angry, and it is not a good thing to send down divine punishment!"

Zhang Hao looked at this small temple, like a candle fluttering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time, and his brows furrowed.

It can be seen that the gods here have completely lost their divinity, and there is only one god left between the entire heaven and earth.

Then, forcibly demolishing this City God Temple is blaspheming the Yin God, although Zhang Hao is not a City God, but he is also a member of the Yin God!

Anger the Yin God, the consequences are terrible!

Outside, a ping-pong sound suddenly erupted, followed by a very noisy shouting and scolding.

Uncle Zhang's face changed, he copied a stick from his feet, and rushed out violently, scolding in his mouth: "Those guys are here again!"

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Zhang burst into tears: "The City God Temple can't be demolished!"

Seeing this, Zhang Hao also had a black face, put his hands behind his back, and walked outside.

There were two factions standing in front of the City God Temple, one was Uncle Zhang's gang, and opposite were several burly men wearing black vests, holding machetes and cement sticks in their hands.

"It's all said, it can't be demolished here!"

Uncle Zhang clenched the stick in his hand, although his body was very thin, but a momentum of swearing to fight to the death made several strong men on the opposite side hesitate.

"Demolition!" a young man got out of an expensive car behind the big man, holding a cigar cigarette in his hand, and walked in front of everyone.

His eyes were extremely disdainful: "It's these guys who can't demolish this broken temple?"

A big man who seemed to be the leader lowered his head in shame: "The old man on the other side is ...... It's easy to get into trouble. ”

"Old man, if something happens? Do you want me to teach you this kind of thing? If this place is not demolished, do you know how much money it will cost?

Can you afford all this money?

Tell me?"

The young man slapped the big man's cheek, and his tone was extremely harsh.

"I ...... Can't afford it. ”

"Isn't that good?" The young man snorted coldly, pointed to the small ruined temple in front of him, and spit out a word directly: "Demolish!"

"You dare!"

Seeing that the young people were about to start demolishing the City God Temple indiscriminately, Uncle Zhang and others also stood in front of the City God Temple, not moving an inch.

"If you want to demolish the City God Temple, just step over me!"