The backyard of a restaurant on the shore of Chengjing Lake.

It was evening.

As the shopkeeper of the restaurant and the host of last night's sacrificial ceremony, Wu Qi, who had gray temples, stood under the eaves, looking at the leaden black clouds overhead, looking sluggish, completely ignoring the wind and rain that had wet his robe.

The god of Hebo is dead.

His privilege as a priest vanished overnight.

When the person who originally nodded to Wu Qi looked at him again, his eyes were a little more inexplicable.

The awe of the past is nowhere to be found.

Yesterday, he could still work all day on crutches, full of energy, and only felt that he had endless strength, but now, even if he stood like this, he needed to lean on the pillar beside him, and his depressed mood made his physical condition deteriorate rapidly.

"Master, it's time to worship the gods, it's windy outside, come in."

The woman stood by the door with the best quality incense sticks that could be bought in Jingjiang Town, and said worriedly.

"Sacrifice to the gods, and sacrifice a fart!"

Turn around and grab the incense stick, and walk into the incense hall built for sacrifice.

Close the door.

Wu Qi's eyes looked at the Sandu Buddha on the table, and then moved to the delicate and luxurious statue of Hebo on the side, gritted his teeth, walked a few steps forward, and dragged out a huge wooden box from under the table.

With trembling hands, he opened the hanging copper lock and lifted the lid of the box, and Hebo's head lay in it, stenching and highly rotten.

There is no sign of recovery.

Falling backwards to the ground, Wu Qi put his foot on the wooden box, and cursed uncontrollably,

"Fucking garbage, fucking garbage...... In vain, I still think of you as a god, and your head is chopped off like this......"

The cult undoubtedly has a strong grip on its own followers, but that is based on people's fear of it.

It lives, it is a god, it is an earth immortal.

Believers are willing to do all sorts of ridiculous things to satisfy their disgusting desires.

Now it's dead.

In front of the believers, the head was kicked as a ball by another, even more ruthless guy.

When the fear is gone, all that remains is resentment!

Turning his gaze to the statue of Hebo again, Wu Qi struggled to his feet, ready to completely smash the scrap that had cost him a lot of money to build.

But just as he was about to start, the door of the incense hall suddenly opened.

The cold wind and rain poured in, making Wu Qi shiver involuntarily, and immediately seemed to think of something, his face was full of panic, and he hurriedly turned around and was about to bow down to the statue of Hebo on the table.

Hebo's apparition?

Boom!

Wu Qi's knees hadn't touched the ground yet, but the statue of Hebo God suddenly burst and shards were splashed everywhere.

This sudden scene made Wu Qi stunned on the spot, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to the ground and rolled forward, but he didn't make a kneeling posture.

When I looked up again, I saw that the rain that had blown into the incense hall before had stagnated out of thin air, and then gathered in one place, condensing into a vague human form, and the voice like Hong Zhong Da Lu sounded in my ears.

"I should have said before I left, the area around Chengjing Lake will be my territory in the future, and all rituals to this toad are prohibited, why, do you think the weather is too hot, and you want to go to the lake for a long time?"

"I didn't know that God was coming, I ...... I'm not trying to worship the river...... The toad was just about to destroy its idol and the head in the box, so that this evil would not continue to cause harm to the world. ”

In the end, it is an old guy who can be the chief priest of Hebo, not to mention anything else, his brain and mouth are very fast, Wu Qi immediately guessed that the one who appeared in front of him at this time should be the fierce god last night.

"That demon has been killed by me, and now I am taking over as the god of Chengjing Lake and even Jingjiang River, why don't you wait for sacrifices?"

The humanoid shape formed by the rain cracked, and turned into a fierce tiger approaching Wu Qi and spitting out words.

"Sacrifice...... Don't blame the gods, it's really that we ordinary people don't know how to sacrifice, I don't know what the gods want, if we need to marry a wife and make offerings, I will go and prepare immediately. ”

Hearing the word sacrifice, Wu Qi, who was kneeling on the ground, was overjoyed, and even with the original depressed expression, he was a lot more excited, and said busily.

"It is a ritual to sacrifice demons, and it must be forbidden in the future, I don't want property, let alone your wife and daughter, you just need to set up an altar for me, pray sincerely every day, I will be worshiped by incense, and I will protect you in the future!"

The huge tiger head came up to Wu Qi's body, and the dark blue beast pupils looked directly into the latter's eyes.

"I wonder what kind of system this altar needs to be built?"

"Take a pen and paper, and come with me."

The tiger crossed Wu Qi and walked outside the door, the latter hurriedly got up, his hands and feet were much more flexible than before, grabbed the paper and pen on the side of the table and rushed out.

As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, Wu Qi saw the tiger leap up and melt into the rain curtain above the courtyard.

In the next second, the rainwater flows and collects, and finally turns into several lines of text.

"Miracles...... What a miracle! ”

Kneeling on the ground without hesitation, Wu Qi shouted with tears in his eyes, and his movements were not slow, writing down all the requirements word by word.

When the last stroke fell, the rain was scattered again.

In the center of the courtyard, a burly Taoist man riding a fierce tiger and carrying a dark blue sword appeared at some point, and was standing in the rain looking at Wu Qi:

"Your name!"

"Foolish Wu Qi, it is a blessing to see God!"

Recalling the scene in front of him when the god crushed the beast last night, Wu Qi couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

That's what a god should look like, isn't it?

How could he have believed in a beast that could give people nightmares even by looking at it?

"The altar must be completed before tomorrow night, the sooner the better, if it can be done, I will ensure that your Jingjiang Town will be prosperous and safe in the future."

"Rest assured, God will not let you down!"

For Wu Qi, this is a great opportunity, he will rely on this altar to once again gain the respect of everyone and become the spokesman of God in the world, for which he will do whatever it takes.

The god who received the response seemed to have no intention of staying, and rode away on the tiger through the rain curtain.

Wu Qi, who was moving himself, remembered that he still didn't know what to call this new Jingjiang water god, and hurriedly shouted,

"Dare to ask the gods?"

There was a brief silence.

Bang~

The thunder roared, the Taoist disappeared without a trace, and Wu Qi had already knelt on the ground again, kowtowing again and again.

He heard the last name of God.

Dragon Tiger Yama!

"Master~Old ...... What are you doing here, the villagers who are in charge of the Midyear Festival ceremony will be coming over in a while, where can you still see them now? ”

The woman came out of the corridor on the side, and saw her master kneeling on the ground like a madman, kowtowing repeatedly, and hurriedly ran forward to care.

"Heh, the Midyear Festival ceremony, who will participate in that kind of child-like activity?"

Carefully folding the paper in his hand, glancing at his wife, Wu Qi's face was full of disdain,

"Tell them to discuss it themselves, and have someone inform them at once...... Forget it, while it's still nightfall, I'll personally inform you whether our Wu family's wealth and power can continue, but it depends on this experience! ”

didn't even bother to take the crutches behind him, where does the current Wu Qi still have the previous declining appearance, which can be called high-spirited.

He didn't notice the two figures standing on the courtyard wall not far away.

"Your method works well, do you have research on this?"

Dragon and Tiger Yama, that is, Yan Jing held an umbrella, watched the two people in the courtyard leave separately, and couldn't help asking.

Earlier in the pagoda, Yan Jing carefully considered Yu Zhen's concept.

Although they are not optimistic about the success rate, He Jianbing and the evil cult have not come to attack for a long time, and they cannot take the initiative to attack because of Zhao Qianwu's serious injury, so instead of waiting passively, it is better to come out and try.

It's just that what Yan Jing didn't expect was that Yu Zhen's plan of "pretending to be a ghost" was even smoother than he imagined.

"The descriptions of the gods in folklore are nothing more than that, you only showed your power last night, and many people still remember your existence, plus Wu Qi...... I'm sure he can be very flexible in his faith choices as long as he can bring him wealth and power. ”

Yu Zhen has studied too many ancient folk tales about the gods, and he is very clear about which set of people in this era eats.

"It's just that after tomorrow night, when you leave, I'm afraid that guy will have a hard time in the future."

"Heh, why do you think I chose him...... A person who has been busy sending women, children, and treasures to the evil cult in the past few years, if he hadn't kept some use, he should have been sent to the bottom of the river to accompany Hebo! ”

For this kind of scum, Yan Jing would not have the slightest mercy, and turned to look at Yu Zhen,

"It's up to you."

The arrangement of the sealing circle cannot be completed by ordinary people, and Yu Zhen must be involved, so in the text condensed with rain just now, Yan Jing deliberately mentioned the existence of the divine envoy and asked Yu Zhen to join the team that arranged the "altar".

"The key lies in Wu Qi's mobilization ability, there are only a few hours left before the Midyear Festival, and the construction of the sealing array must be completed before the overall outbreak of the evil spirit can come in handy."

"Don't worry, a person like this power-hungry person will gamble everything for this last chance!"

In the incense hall just now, Yan Jing had fully seen the desire in Wu Qi's heart.

I'm afraid that only this kind of person can get the favor of evil spirits.

Yu Zhen pursed her lips and was about to speak, but a distant noise attracted her attention.

In the direction of the stupa, red flares soared into the sky.

Zhao Qianwu and Yu Ke were attacked!

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