A wilderness.

Weeds grow wantonly on the wasteland under the scorching sun, the mud path is inaccessible, full of loess particles exposed to the sun, the weeds are almost half a person high, and there is a weak low hanging in the scorching sun, and the nearby mountains and forests know the slightest wilt.

A peasant woman, dressed in coarse gray cloth and with her hair wrapped in a blue cloth and carrying a basket covered with a blue cloth, walked along the path to a high shrine of half-man, almost buried by weeds and mud, on a raised mound at the end of the field, and the gourd at the top was wrapped in a red cloth.

Inside the entrance of the cave, the statue of the god has long been dilapidated, and the face is even more unbelievable, and there are still a few holes in the wooden body of the god, which seems to be a patch.

The peasant woman cleaned up the weeds and dirt slightly, knelt down on the ground in front of the shrine, and took out some incense from the basket, but it could be seen that the peasant woman's family was not very good, this incense was extraordinarily slender, and there were only two of them, and after whispering some words, the peasant woman put the incense in front of the shrine with hope, and put a bowl of brown rice and half a piece of old bacon out of the basket.

The incense was fluttering, a few wisps of white silk floated naturally in the air, the scorching sun was scorching, the white silk also looked weak, and the peasant woman sat on the ground and chattered until the incense burned out, and then left here, leaving only the dilapidated shrine among the weeds.

Mo Ling held a book, leaned on the shrine with a slender body, and looked at the departing peasant woman, her small body was exactly the same as the half-human-tall statue, but the face on her face was clear, her long straight black hair naturally fell down her shoulders, and her eyes were a little indifferent after a few traces of green hair.

When the peasant woman walked away, Mo Ling picked up the brown rice, casually skimmed two branches from a nearby branch as chopsticks, and shaved the half of the bacon on the brown rice in front of him.

"This meal and incense are a lifesaver! ”

Mo Ling jumped off the shrine, looking at the dilapidated shrine in front of him, his tone was full of silence and helplessness:

"How can an immortal live so much that he can't even compare to a mortal?!"

Yes, Mo Ling is the owner of this little shrine, and he is also the immortal who has just knelt down for the peasant woman, a little immortal who is not even a little immortal on land! But a week ago, Mo Ling was still a graduate who had just entered the society on the earth in the 21st century, and the source of all this was the book that Mo Ling was holding in his hand:

Fengshenlu!

Mo Ling, who had just graduated, rushed home to see off his grandfather who had lived in a mountain village for a long time after learning that his grandfather had passed away, but when he was packing up his belongings, he found an ancient book with the words 'Fengshenlu' written on it, and opened it with curiosity, but his fingers were cut by the seemingly old page, and a drop of blood dripped directly on the book.

Although he became an immortal, the situation is just as Mo Ling said after eating, this immortal is not as good as mortals, and immortals also need to live, but before this, the immortals didn't know how to get it, and they were robbed of the incense by various other local fake gods and fake immortals, resulting in the incense being almost cut off, so that Mo Ling is now even eating is a problem, and after a while, maybe it will die out because the incense is completely cut off.

The bowl of brown rice just now was also the first meal Mo Ling had this week, although he was not afraid of hunger as an immortal now, but when the incense was not sufficient, these grains and poultry meat could also replenish some energy to the immortal. (Therefore, no matter where the worship is held, some melons, fruits or meals will be placed)

"Since I have eaten your meal, I have to help you do things, otherwise I, an immortal, can really do it!"

Mo Ling is old-fashioned, and I don't know if it is affected by the remnants of this statue itself.

After sighing with emotion, Mo Ling walked directly into the shrine:

"It's better to sleep first and wait until nightfall, it's really inconvenient in broad daylight. ”

The sun is heavy, everyone is awake, although Mo Ling, who is a lowly Taoist, is not afraid of the scorching sun as an immortal, but it can't affect the awake mortals, and he still has to wait until they fall asleep before they can achieve their goals by dreaming and other ways, so for a while, they can't be in a hurry.

Mo Ling, who was lying in the shrine, picked up the book again and began to read it, but the book was empty and white, Mo Ling was not surprised, because when the God Record took Mo Ling through, Mo Ling had already understood the use of this God Record.

Fengshenlu, his role is just like his name, Fengshen!

And the method of sealing the gods is also very simple, as long as the name is written and the level is indicated, but this god record cannot be written with pen and ink, but relies on the mortal incense, so although this book seems useless now, as long as the incense is ready, not to mention the sealing of the heavenly immortals, even the emperor of heaven can also be sealed.

Now Mo Ling finally has the first incense income, although it is scarce, but it is better than when there is no at all, and if he successfully helps the person who prays to complete the prayer, there will definitely be a larger amount of incense income under gratitude, so whether it is to survive or use the Fengshen record to seal himself as an official and improve his godhead, Mo Ling has to solve the current problem of shortage of incense.

And the first step is to let these people come back to worship themselves.

"Fengshenlu, Fengshenlu, do you know that you have hurt me!"

Mo Ling, who hadn't recovered for a week, finally fell asleep with a hint of helplessness while holding Fengshenlu.

...

The wasteland of day and the wasteland of night are like two poles.

Tonight the night is particularly dark, deep in the dark woods, there is not a single starlight, the clouds are thick, obscuring the bright moon, the breeze blows in the wilderness, listening to the ears like the distant howl of ghosts, walking on such a road, no matter how bold the person can not help but break out in a cold sweat.

The small temple on the mound, suddenly faint white light, the light is everywhere, such as clear water, a semi-transparent monk figure with a pale white divine light, rising from the top of the temple, slowly against the direction of the wind, pointing the tip of the grass, flying towards the village, the sleeves of the clothes float with the wind, sprinkling a little spiritual light, in the deep mountains in this dark night, like a celestial.

As soon as Mo Ling woke up, he went directly according to what the peasant woman said, only to see him jump slightly, and his body floated directly in mid-air, without too much effort, he floated straight towards the peasant woman's residence.

The peasant woman's location was on the outskirts of the small mountain village, and the two rough houses were very simple, and although it was night, there was a violent coughing sound from one of the huts, which was the husband of the peasant woman who was sick in bed.

The peasant woman came to ask for something today is to invite all kinds of gods to help her husband solve this sudden tuberculosis, as the main labor force in the family, her husband's fall to the ground is tantamount to giving this family a huge blow, Mo Ling is certainly not a doctor, nor is he a great immortal with great powers, he can't cure this tuberculosis.

But through the mouth of the peasant woman, I learned that this person suddenly got tuberculosis after going to the river once, which was not normal, and Mo Ling, who thought that it might be able to solve it, rushed to see the situation.

Carefully drifted to the window, Mo Ling floated in directly through the open window, the farmer was lying on the bed at this time and kept coughing violently, Mo Ling immediately frowned at a glance, because Mo Ling, who had a divine body, directly saw a large black cloud in the farmer's body covering the farmer's lungs, and it was this cloud that caused the farmer's tuberculosis.

"It's easy to deal with a real illness!"

After Mo Ling carefully observed this cloud, he already knew that this was definitely done by a certain little ghost, and after coming for a week, Mo Ling also got acquainted with a few local little ghosts, knowing that these are located in the lowest level of the world's god and ghost system, don't look at Mo Ling, this immortal is miserable, but there is no problem in rectifying a few little ghosts.

Mo Ling, who was already seventy or eighty percent sure, did not delay, the sooner this kind of prayer appeared, the more magical it became, and Mo Ling, who was in order to play the signboard, hurriedly flew out.

The river where the farmer went was the Sui River not far from the village, which was only a branch of a large river, because of the lack of government management all the year round, the river flooded every year, drowning many people, which also led to the Sui River is full of ghosts, and most of them are tyrannical.

Mo Ling's arrival is as obvious as a lantern to the little ghosts who can only come out at night here, and it is said that if they are powerful immortals, walking at night is like a bright sun.

Mo Ling's Taoism is low, and it is like a lantern!

"Run, the gods are coming!"

From a distance, I saw Mo Ling's arrival of the little ghosts running away in a hurry, which was in line with the old saying: Only ghosts are afraid of gods, how can gods be afraid of ghosts?

Mo Ling didn't care about those running ghosts, he knew the weakness of these ghosts, Mo Ling flew directly towards a big stone on the ground, the fairy's old clothes did not cover Mo Ling's handsomeness, the silky long hair danced backwards against the moonlight, the cold eyes looked at the ground below, the body emitted a faint divine light, the little ghost looked really a handsome fairy.

"Immortals recruit workers, five incense per month, and those who perform well can be turned positive!"

After Mo Ling landed, this posture like a job fair in the future instantly welcomed back countless little ghosts, but these little ghosts were far away from Mo Ling, not daring to approach, Mo Ling looked at these little ghosts at this time, most of them were like human shapes, most of them were pale or pitch black, most of the little ghosts were mortals who died unjustly, and there were also many naturally cultivated spirits, and the development of both sides in the future was different, but at the moment, he could only be regarded as a little ghost.

And how difficult it is for the little ghosts to get ahead, without incense offerings, it is a problem to maintain their own existence, not to mention gathering incense and fighting for canonization, so the little ghosts have all kinds of means in an endless stream, and using some means to frame mortals and seize the opportunity of mortals is the most common method.

But after all, it is against the heavens to seize the opportunity of mortals, and it is easy to be checked by the local land or mountain gods, so it is not a long-term strategy, and in addition to this choice, the favorite of the little ghosts is to go to work for the gods, and the gods are not omniscient and omnipotent, if the number of prayers is too busy to cause the incense to decline, the gods will also have a lot of trouble, so hiring the little ghosts to run errands has become an option.

And most of the immortals have official canonization, can accept mortal incense offerings openly, this is a treatment that the little ghost can't enjoy, if the little ghost behaves well, is accepted by the gods as a boy and a girl, and gets a small canonization, then completely please the identity of the little ghost, become the lowest immortal.

For the little ghosts, this is a big opportunity that is hard to come by!