The night became deeper.

Under the dim light of every house, the night looks especially dark.

The north wind was whistling, rattling the thatched roofs.

Listening to the shrill sounds outside, people felt a hint of fear in their hearts.

Some of the children in the house were already sleepy, and their heads were dozing off little by little. The wind howling outside makes people feel warmer inside the house, and they feel very sleepy.

A sneaky figure ran through the window, and the people in the room seemed to be alarmed, but when they looked over, everything was as usual.

"Big brother, let's suck in some more mildew luck from each family, so that our appearance will become better."

The little shrew was holding the tail of the white-haired lion in the back, and when he saw Qiu Ping playing this for the first time, he opened his mouth to remind.

Qiu Ping held the lion's head, and through the eyes of the white-haired lion, he could see the faint black qi floating in the void, presumably these were bad luck.

He tried to open his mouth and inhale, and the black qi in a radius of dozens of zhang gathered one after another, attaching to the surface of the white-haired lion.

"Poof."

As the musty luck gathered, the white-haired lion seemed to become more agile, covering its hooves with a layer of dark green scales, and its eyes became more red, as if a flame was burning.

The little loach held the white-haired lion, and when he stepped on it, there was a black flame phantom rising on the soles of his feet, which looked very powerful and domineering.

"Wow."

Qiu Ping exclaimed, the black flame still had the power to lift, he stepped down, and his figure hung in the air, running in the void.

It's so handsome! It's so handsome too!

I don't care if it's strong or not, it's the way to be handsome enough.

The little loach and the little shrew were riding the white-haired lion and spreading joy all over the village, and the negative aura on their bodies also gathered more and more, which also filled the whole body of the young beast with a breathing aura, spitting smoke between the mouth and nose, looking very fierce and cruel.

Halfway through the hour, men from every house came out dressed in their clothes, and after rubbing their hands, they lit firewood in the open space at the door of each house.

The red flames burned so vigorously that in a short time the women and children of each house came out of the house.

Children naturally love to play with fire, and happily chase around the fire, while the women take out the bamboo that has been chopped and dried long ago from the house and stack it on the fire.

The high temperature of the flame makes the bamboo make a crisp sound when it burns.

"Crackle."

With the first sound, Qiu Ping felt that the white-haired lion he was holding was shocked, and the black qi that was originally wrapped around his body shattered a little, turning into a red air current, and submerged into his and the little shrew's body.

As the sound of the bamboo explosion became more and more, the black qi wrapped around the body of the Nian Beast became less and less, and all of it turned into red breath and submerged into the bodies of the two.

These are all good luck, and for the little loach, this luck is only minimal.

But after all, the New Year is just to please a good fortune.

What's more, this kind of game is especially fun.

In Huangao Village, the sound of "crackling and crackling" is endless, connected into a piece, and resounding throughout the village.

With the sound of the explosion, all the black gas on the body of a white-haired lion was dispersed, and then it was "frightened" and fled.

The end of the year came to an end in this night, and people ushered in the new year with the sound of firecrackers.

"Hahaha, it's fun, I'll come back next year."

In the second half of the night, there were more stars, which were reflected in the Fu River, making the Fu River appear extremely deep, as if a whole starry sky was hidden in it.

The little loach and the little shrew sit on the edge of a stone bridge, their figures reflected in the water.

The starry sky in the water also shone above their heads.

This feeling is really good, there are not so many fights and killings, and there are no intrigues, isn't it beautiful to live a happy life.

Qiu Ping himself is also a person with no ambitions, for him, as long as he can have a petty official, a stable income, and a fish every once in a while, this is a fairy-like day.

He didn't want to get involved in any force struggle, Daotong fighting.

……

The Wandering God Race is not just a one-day event.

From the first day to the fifteenth day of the new year, the people of almost all levels of prefectures and counties will carry out the statues of the gods in the temple under the organization of the government and parade around the city for display.

For the people, they can pray to the gods to bless the coming year.

And the gods can also benefit from this, after all, many gods are not famous because of their power, and no one worships them all year round.

If you don't find a chance to come out and bask in the sun, I'm afraid few people will know.

For example, the god of punishment and prison worshiped in the City God Temple, or the willow god of the disaster temple, although most of the gods received fixed incense to ensure income from drought and flood after the reform of King Mingling, but their reputation among the people is not widespread, and there will be some mustard for the gods.

"Lift your lordship...... Oh no, it should be called Master Wen Xinjingshen, today is your day to patrol the streets, you look good. ”

Turtle San'er surrounded Qiu Ping, changed him into a red robe, hung a wide belt, and wore a big black gauze hat on his head.

The god of the game was chosen for this time, after all, his [Fallen Dragon Pass Lifting] god seat has no incense in the world at all, and ordinary people don't know what this god position is for.

On the contrary, his god of literature has a large audience, although it is only from the grade of the seven grades, but the incense has always been prosperous, and there are often people who come to worship at ordinary times, if there is a big exam in the county, there are more people who come to offer incense.

After Li Huanying looked at it for a while, she also put two blushes on Qiu Ping's black face, which looked extremely festive.

"Yes, yes, it's still a female doll who is careful, and now it's complete."

Turtle San'er opened her mouth and praised a few words, which made Li Huanying a little embarrassed.

"It's just to go out and patrol the streets, and it's not so particular."

The little loach lifted her belt and looked at herself in the mirror. Although he said this, the cheerful smile on his face could not be stopped.

What he is most satisfied with is this robe, this red robe is just good-looking.

It's a pity that such clothes can only be worn when patrolling the streets, because this is a scarlet robe, which is the regulation of the gods of the fourth or fifth grades, and he can only wear green robes on weekdays.

"Please come out of the temple!"

The little loach was hesitating whether to hit the blush on his face a little deeper, but suddenly, it seemed, from an extremely distant place, a high-pitched singing voice came.

He immediately put one end of the shelf, and in an instant, his mind was already attached to the statue of the god of Wenxinjing Temple.

The statue of the boy god was also dressed in a scarlet robe at this moment, with brocade on his body and a thick blush on his face, looking arrogant.

With a slight tremor of the statue, eight young men joined forces to lift the sedan chair.

The idol of the little loach sits in the center, steady, looking straight ahead without squinting.

"Crackling."

A man dressed in colorful clothes provoked a firecracker, and after it was lit, it was an earth-shattering explosion, and the naughty children in the four places covered their ears and fled in all directions.

But he was soon caught by the adults in their family, pressed his head, and put it in front of the statue of Wen Xin.

This is the god of literature who is in charge of the cultural movement, seeing that the gods do not worship and hide, this unlucky child, do you still want to take the exam?

So, in the midst of the ghost crying wolf howls of this group of children, Qiu Ping's first wandering god competition in his life began.

The sides of the roads in Changning County, which are not wide, are crowded with crowds of onlookers.

Although the Wandering God Race has been held for several days, the pomp and circumstance has not diminished at all. Some business-minded traders took the opportunity to set up many stalls to sell food.

Sweet and sour sugar gourd, fragrant fried rice, sweet and silky sugar man......

It seems that people are going to spend the year in these days.

At the front of Qiu Ping's team, there were several people with red cloths wrapped around their heads, holding suona high, and blowing loudly.

After that, there is a person holding a dart flag in his hand, dancing violently in the wind, and from time to time he makes a few exaggerated movements or flips on his heels, which attracts the sighs of the people next to him.

On either side of Qiu Ping's statue, four figures on stilts stand on each side, each dressed in a colorful and strange costume, and a mask painted with gold-black or gold-red interlacing patterns on their heads.

One foot deep and the other shallow, like a zombie standing still, like a ghost coming out of the netherworld.

But with a hint of inhumanity, with an awesome divinity.

These people are equivalent to the escorts of the idols, they dress up as gods, and use strange and exaggerated movements to distinguish themselves from humans.

Qiu Ping sat in the middle of the statue, and if anyone was staring at him, he could find that the clay statue was rolling his eyes.

Everything today was new to Qiu Ping, he could feel the frenzy and information in everyone's hearts, and in the chaos there was a little warm incense condensed into a cloud in the sky, and the strong sandalwood fragrance continued to enter Qiu Ping's mouth and nose.

For a seven-rank deity, but the incense condensed in the sky today is a very large income.

Almost the top of the usual time for two months.

But Qiu Ping also clearly felt that there was roughness, chaos and tyranny in this incense, and that human beings always harbored selfishness and some inevitable gloom in their hopes for the better.

This is the human heart, and it is a perfectly normal thing.

But if such incense is rashly absorbed, it is not a good thing for the gods.

At that time, the gods of the [Feng Chan Mountain] series faced the incense like this, this kind of primitive and violent incense can improve the strength of the gods in a very short time, and even as long as the incense is enough, the power and personality of the gods can be broken through without limit.

But in the same way, the gods will gradually be infected by the distractions in the incense, and gradually lose themselves and become the gods imagined by the believers.

Can such a god be himself?

After King Myeongei seized the supreme authority of the Shinto in the world, the first thing he did was to carry out the reform of incense.

All the incense obtained by the gods must not be absorbed privately, but must be given to the system in a centralized manner, and after refining, it can be redistributed to the gods in various places.

In this way, the gods do not have to worry about the risk of memory loss.

Until now, there are very few gods who will be infected with the strange disease of the [Fengzen Mountain] god system.

The little loach looked at the chaotic primitive incense in the sky, although he didn't look down on these incense very much at the moment, but since he participated in the Wandering God Competition, he should abide by the rules.

"Believers reward God!"

After walking around the main road of Changning County, the man holding the dart flag shouted loudly.

Then several carts were pushed over, and three fat pigs with thick fat and thick flesh were lying on the cart, which had been disemboweled and bloodied at the moment, which looked quite shocking.

On the desk on the side, there are also big fat geese with plucked feathers, piles of grain high, and freshly prepared pen and ink.

When it comes to the abundance of offerings, in this Changning County, except for the Lord Chenghuang and the God of Wealth, there is no god who can compare.

Lord Chenghuang is the chief official of Changning County, and the God of Wealth is in charge of everyone's money bags, so everyone naturally has to hold it.

Further down, it's time to get to the god of literature.

For many families who aspire to study and hope to achieve good results in the future, the status of the little loach may still be above the city god and the god of wealth.

These three big fat pigs were all offered by the rich families in the county, and after they made enough money, they thought that the younger generations could win fame.

After all, with fame and official status, the wealth in this family is not rootless.

With the introduction of the offerings, the atmosphere of the scene reached a climax.

For the common people, they didn't care about what offerings the gods could enjoy, and they were so happy because they would later be sold at prices far below the market price, and the money from the sale would be used to repair the temples and golden bodies of the gods.

The more and more abundant this offering, the more likely they are to be able to grab the meat later.

The little loach's eyes slowly turned, making him a little fluttery for being so popular.

After all, he usually only cares about the matter of the Fallen Dragon Pass, this is the god position of Wen Xinjing God, he doesn't even take care of it, and he doesn't even touch the fish here.

It seems that in the future, I will have to respond to the prayer more often, so as not to hurt the hearts of the believers who love me so much.

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, and it coincides with today's event, so I will also give my family a little benefit."

The little loach was also a little dizzy when it was touted like this.

He was now exercising his priesthood, and in an instant, a series of priesthoods appeared in his mind.

Don't look at Wen Xinjing's divine position, but there are seven priesthoods.

In addition to the [Living Water] and [Nectar] brought by the Huangao Village Well God, there are also the priesthoods of [Enlightenment], [Enlightenment], [Meditation], [Bright Eyes], and [Evil Healing].

As soon as Qiu Ping's thoughts turned, the brilliant incense in the sky was absorbed by him.

Then he opened his mouth and sprayed it, combining the incense with the priesthood.

In an instant, in the invisible void, there was a rain of thoughts and light, and it was slanting towards the world.

All the people present who read the book felt that their brains were clear for a while, and many joints that they couldn't figure out in the past had answers.

And many people because of staying up late to study, their eyes are burned, but at this moment they also feel that their eyes are moist and bright, and after a while, they feel that the fog in their eyes has been wiped clean and they see a bright and lively world.

It's been updated.,Two chapters in one.

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