Song Lanyi's brain hurt by the bear child's quarrel, "Tell me, you hurry up."

After Niu Dali's goal was successful, the conversation changed, "Psychic officer, specializing in spiritual consciousness, that is, the soul, not the physical body. It is rumored that every psychic officer has a special talent, communicating with the underworld and borrowing ghosts and gods for his own use. It's just ......."

"Just what?"

"Psychic officers are extremely talented, but they also seem to suffer from jealousy because of this, and very few psychic officers live longer than thirty years old."

When Pu Song heard this, he sneered, "Suffer from heavenly jealousy? Whether it is a man-made disaster or a natural disaster is unknown."

Song Lanyi always knew that Pu Song was not simple, and sure enough, ...... Now that I hear it, this old man is hiding a lot of secrets.

He looked at Song Lanyi with a smile, half tempting, "Want to know?"

"Yes!"

Song Lanyi made a loud noise.

"That...... I'll just ask you, psychics can pass through the underworld and resist ghosts and gods. Who is the most fearful?"

Needless to say, those present already knew.

Psychics and ghosts and immortals can be said to complement each other, but they also restrain each other.

While using the power of ghosts and gods, psychics also restrain the underworld, forcing them to act according to the rules they already have.

But it is obvious that the "underworld" in the south does not follow the rules at first glance.

Their path is very wild.

Therefore, their relationship with the psychic is nothing more than the east wind overpowering the west wind, or the west wind overpowering the east wind.

It's just you left to live and die.

The direction of the painter here is broken, but Song Lanyi is not too distressed.

In the face of established facts, instead of regretting too much, it is better to take a long-term view.

After all...... There is more than one path in life.

Her mind turned sharply, and then her eyes lit up, and with a wave of her hand, she walked violently in the direction of the City God Temple.

She lifted the bull vigorously and commanded, "Call the guards and go to the City God Temple."

Niu Dali pretended to be reluctant and said, "You know how to call me."

But when he left, he was short-legged upside down, but faster than anyone else.

On his face, there was even a sense of excitement that he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

What are you doing at the City God Temple?

Do you still need to think about it?

That's certainly ...... Trouble! Trouble! Trouble!

Temple.

Also known as the City God, it was originally a sacrificial god in Taoism, and it was especially popular in the south.

Lord Chenghuang is also a magistrate in the yang world.

At this moment, the time of the temple fair has not passed, and the crowd in front of the City God Temple is endless.

"Uncle, just let me in, my wife is about to give birth, Xiaosheng's heart is unstable......

In front of the City God Temple, the old man who watched the door lifted his eyelids, listened carefully to the inside of the temple, and after a long time, he slowly spit out a sentence, "You are insincere."

The man was stunned at first, but his fair face turned red, "How could Xiao Sheng be insincere? That's the lady who has accompanied Xiaosheng to the current one......

Hearing that he seemed to be going on and on, the old man said impatiently, "Don't you understand? You're not sincere! I didn't bring enough incense money!"

The scholar was stunned, his steps staggered back three steps, and then, his face turned red, and his blood surged, "Just because the incense money is not as much as others, you will be locked out of the temple gate. Could it be that this city god can only save the gentry of the world, but ignore the rest of the common people?"

The old man sneered, kicked the scholar to the side, looked down at him condescendingly, and said coldly, "Even if it is, so what? This is the way of the world, the gentry are "living", and you are only worthy of "living"!"

After saying all this, he spat into the palm of his hand, raised the big slap of the fan, and wanted to drive the scholar out.

Just then, the neighing of a horse sounded.

I saw a horse with a bulge on its forehead, and its golden mane was smooth from both sides

The white dragon horse galloped on.

Behind this white dragon horse, there was also a team of well-armored cavalry ready to go.

During the time they rode their horses, every grain of dust on the ground shook up and down regularly with the frequency of the vibration.

The white dragon horse that hit the head was a woman in a green dress, her eyebrows were cold, and she leaped past the old man, and then lightly lifted the reins in her hand, only to hear the dragon horse whistling, the front hooves raised, and stopped the body.

Since Song Lanyi stopped, the guards behind him buzzed around the City God Temple.

The old man looked at this movement, and his heart jumped.

To be precise, the old man is not a ghost.

He's just a painter-like being.

He relied on the relationship of the city god behind him to do evil, and received benefits for so many years, and even lived a more nourishing life than the local teenagers.

It's just that the people are afraid of officials, which is nature.

No matter how arrogant this old man is, he can't avoid this.

Seeing that the officers and soldiers surrounded the place, there was even a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a child, commanding the officers and soldiers to move down the statue on the desk.

The old man was anxious all of a sudden, and he didn't care that the people would not fight with the officials, so he spoke directly, "Who are you? If you dare to touch the statue of the city god, you will not be afraid......

"Bang!"

Song Lanyi had already listened to the conversation between the old man and the scholar in his heart.

Her face was pale, and she kicked lightly, but she directly kicked the old man against the wall, and even the masonry on the wall fell several pieces.

She said righteously, "We are the soldiers of the Overlord's Mansion, doing things for the prince, whoever dares to stop it, will be killed!"

Maybe it was the phrase "kill or kill" that made the old man freeze in place, and he didn't even dare to cough.

The City God Temple itself has gathered a lot of people, and now because of the arrival of the "pro-soldiers", another wave of people has come.

After all...... It is human nature to watch the excitement.

When the gilded statue of the god was moved out, there was an uproar in the crowd outside the temple.

"Why did this group of officials move out all the statues of the city god? Oh, it's a long life."

"This thing that moves the city god, it's going to be thundered by the sky."

"yes. But looking at the appearance, is the government going to deal with the city god master?"

Hearing this, the scholar who was originally surging with anger and blood was stunned.

The government, the dealing, the lord of the city god......

How does this sound so fake?

Feudal official...... Will it deal with?

The footsteps he originally wanted to leave were like taking root on the ground, and under a certain desire trend in his heart, he couldn't help but look up at Song Lanyi's back.

He's waiting.

I only heard Song Lanyi wave his hand, and there were two wrestlers behind him, carrying a flat Nanmu box, and slammed it to the ground.

I saw her pick open the lid of the Nanmu box with her toes.

The moment the lid opened, the golden light almost blinded everyone's eyes.

A box of yellow gold was safely placed in the box.

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