"How so?"

The autumn wind whipped up the fallen leaves, mixed with the sun-dried sand, and crashed against the old wooden planks with a dull sound.

At the entrance of Xiaokan Village outside Fulong Town, the cool autumn breeze not only failed to make Lu Gong feel any refreshment, but made him extremely anxious.

It's been a long time, and even if he has used all his life's strength, he can't bear the fact of becoming a merit box.

He twisted his body with all his might, only to find that the planks were still motionless, lying the ground. Not to mention allowing yourself to move, you can't even shake your soul after you're done.

He could clearly feel the tingling sensation caused by the wind and sand ejection on his body, and he could also perceive that because of the invasion of time, his body was now crumbling, and it was uncertain whether he could survive this winter.

"How so?"

When the anger exhausted his mind and the feeling of exhaustion hit, Lu Gong was left with only deep helplessness. Even if you are reborn as a dog, you have the right to die head-on, but you can't even kill yourself when you become such a dead thing.

What a sad reality!

"Okay, don't cry wolf, it will affect the rest of this master."

Behind him, an impatient voice sounded, which ignited a little flame of hope in Lu Gong's collapsed mentality.

It's just that before the flame rises, an irresistible coercion falls on top of his head, directly making him feel that he may fall apart at any time.

Immediately after, Lu Gong "saw" a yellow figure jumping out of the clay body behind him and landing directly on top of his head. The villain's face was withered, and he held a small branch in his hand, and vigorously struck Lu Gong's square body, which was less than an arm's high, making a "knock knock" crashing sound.

Lu Gong felt that he might be tossed and scattered at any time. Fortunately, the villain knocked a few times, saw that Lu Gong had quieted down, jumped down from the top of his head, and said in his mouth: "If you continue to cry like this and howl without stopping, be careful grandpa, I will let people throw you into the ravine tomorrow, and rot your useless elm pimple." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed two copper plates from Lu Gong's body, stuffed them into the strip of cloth around his waist, shook his head, and looked indignant. "It's really damn things, it's getting worse and worse, just a few pieces of incense, how can I stay up until the winter solstice?"

"Who the hell are you?" Lu Gong's head hurt, and he subconsciously stared at the villain and asked.

"I'm your uncle." The yellow figure crossed his waist, looking superior.

A tattered merit box, naturally there is no memory of the past, looking at the villain's mighty appearance, Lu Gong dared to be angry for a while, and could only judge his situation from the surrounding situation.

It was a small temple of human height, less than five feet deep, and only one person was allowed to bend down to enter, and on the altar at the end, a three-foot clay figure with a blurred face.

It wasn't until Lu Gong sensed the crooked wooden plaque above his head, and the big characters "Land Temple" falling from the three red lacquer fell crookedly, that he suddenly woke up, this is the most low-level land temple, with stone as a backing on one side, and yellow mud as a wall on the other side, and the land mud body doesn't even have the heart to depict the facial features.

This is nothing short of a great tragedy.

Looking at the earthy yellow little old man in front of him, Lu Gong subconsciously asked: "Lord of the land?" ”

"What's wrong? Looking for your grandfather? The little old man was a head shorter than Lu Gong, obviously a little underfed, and even a little lacking in qi when he spoke.

Seeing that there were still people to communicate with, Lu Gong's broken heart finally felt a little more comfort. Although this little old man doesn't look like a good talker, at least it doesn't make the earth and the earth unspiritual.

Lu Gong tried his best to make his voice as steady and full of etiquette.

After all, in his mind, the land lord, as the most basic belief of the people, is still quite popular.

"What is this place, and why am I here?"

The land lord turned his head, his emaciated face had indescribable shrewdness, and he raised his eyebrows: "You have been lying here for two years, and you have only come to ask me now why you are here?" ”

The voice of the land was full of pride, and it was clear that he did not take this merit box seriously.

This kind of thing that can rot at any time, he doesn't know how many of them have been replaced in the past few decades, and if it weren't for the first time he heard that there was still a merit box that could make such a fuss, he wouldn't have bothered to show up and teach him a lesson.

Lu Gong quickly realized that it was difficult to get a little useful information from this guy's mouth, and he was helpless in his heart, thinking that if he couldn't do it, he would wait to get through this winter, and the spring of the next year would rot with the spring water.

As soon as his mind arose, he saw that the little old man suddenly jumped into the mud statue.

The next moment, Lu Gong heard a steady footstep, and the person who came barefoot, directly stepped on the dead branches and rotten leaves of the banyan tree above his head, and strode to the land temple.

The person who came was no more than six feet, and the sackcloth was thin, even if it was late autumn, he still bare his chest.

The dilapidated wooden box in his hand was placed in front of the temple, and the man with a scumbag face knelt on the ground with a reverent face, spread a layer of straw paper, stacked four coarse steamed buns on the paper, lit three sticks of incense, and recited words in his mouth.

Although Lu Gong was not far from him, he still couldn't hear clearly, and he could vaguely feel that he was complaining about this year's meager income, praying for a smooth season and more harvests in the coming year.

"If the harvest is good in the coming year, the disciple will come again to repay his wishes." The man kowtowed three times, and after getting up, he took out five copper coins from his arms with some pain, and carefully stuffed them into the merit box next to him.

Before leaving, he even looked back and took a deep look at the merit box.

"Congratulations on successfully receiving 1 merit point, 1/100 of the total merit point"

At the moment when the copper coin fell, in the depths of Lu Gong's soul, a mysterious voice sounded, making him can't help but tremble in his soul.

Merit points? The total amount of merit? Still a progress?

Lu Gong shouted loudly in his heart, what the hell is this, but the voice in the depths of his soul quickly disappeared, and there was no more revelation.

As soon as the man left, the yellow villain couldn't wait to jump out, grabbed a thick steamed bun with one hand and devoured it, and a stride had already come to Lu Gong, only to see him reach out again, and the four copper coins suddenly fell into his hands.

This wisp of incense obviously made him look a little better. He frowned, raised his hands suddenly, and directly picked up Lu Gong from the ground, shook it rudely, and muttered in his mouth: "It's obviously five, why are there only four?" ”

Lu Gong suddenly realized something in his heart.

Obviously, I didn't know how to swallow one of the five copper coins just now. It wasn't intentional on his part, but it happened.

The land lord shook for a while, but he didn't find the last copper coin, so he could only give up, one in each hand, grabbed the two thick steamed buns on the ground, and scolded on his mouth: "Another poor sour goods, Uncle Ben is really miserable." ”

Looking at his style, I don't know why, Lu Gong's heart suddenly swelled with inexplicable anger, and shouted: "You are so at ease? ”