"The little god is a local village god, surnamed Wang before his death, dare to ask how up and down the honor?"

"In the next Song tour, the master takes the word dream."

"Zunjia is a person in the Daomen?"

"I grew up in a Taoist temple."

"I don't know if there is a road number?"

"There is no road number yet." Song You calmly looked at the local deity, "What is the good man looking for me?" ”

"Then the little god will call Mr. a dream." Wang Shangong was still polite, "It's really presumptuous to disturb Mr. Qingmeng's dream late at night, but this matter is related to the livelihood of the local Li people. ”

"Good man, please speak up."

"It started 10 years ago."

Wang Shangong groaned slightly, and his speech had the procrastination style of the previous dynasty: "Ten years ago, a big demon came to this place, demagoguery, and asked the local people to build a temple and ancestral hall for it, which is twenty miles away from here. ”

When Song You heard this, he almost understood.

One man, one god, staring at each other. Song You was waiting for him to continue, and he seemed to be waiting for Song You to answer.

"Why don't you report it?"

"Listen to me, sir."

“……”

Song Youden showed a helpless look.

It's just that most of these local yin gods are incarnated after the death of people with outstanding virtues, and they are so old, as a junior, how can they be more respected, and he is really not good at finding fault with him as a young descendant.

"Then I'll cut it short."

“…… Please. ”

"Although the big demon is powerful, it has been exterminated a few years ago, and it was killed by the masters of Tianhai Temple and Zhou Leigong. It's just that I thought that the obscene shrine was not far from the avenue, and it was a pity to destroy it, and the stone statue was smashed, so it could also give passengers a rest and shelter from the rain, so I stayed. Recently, the little gods paraded and swam to Majiawan and found that there was incense in the temple for some reason. ”

"Can the good man go and check?"

"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, the little god's mana is low, and he can't fight, and when he sees incense from afar, he doesn't dare to get closer." Wang Shangong showed a look of shame.

"A wise move."

"This time, I just want to ask Mr. to go and check it, if it is true, take advantage of the full moon in a few days, and the little god will report to the top."

"Shangong suspects that the monster was reborn through incense?"

"The little god thinks, probably."

"I'll check it out tomorrow."

"Mr. has a noble character, and the little god first thanked Mr. for the people around him." Wang Shangong bowed deeply again, and then said, "Mr. is a good cultivator, even if the monster is reborn, it will not have the previous ability, and Mr. will go there during the day, and it is not very important, but it will be troublesome for Mr. to go." As for the address, the little god has been written on a piece of paper, and it is placed in front of the altar. ”

"Good man, farewell."

“……”

Wang Shangong was stunned for a moment, and then gave a salute.

As soon as the salute was cast, before he could stand up straight, everything around him turned into a cloud of smoke and dispersed in an instant, and Song You's eyes also darkened.

When he opened his eyes again, he was still shrinking in the corner of the village temple.

There is no light in the door of the village temple, the wooden door is not strict, and the moonlight shines in through the cracks, leaving a long oblique white frost on the floor tiles, and a row of gods is faintly visible.

People in the rivers and lakes snored one after another.

Song You got up and searched on the altar, but instead of finding the paper in front of the statue of Wang Shangong, he found it in front of the statue of the Emperor Chijin.

Yellow rattan paper, which is commonly used for drawing symbols, has good calligraphy.

Song You put away the paper and looked at the statues of the gods again.

This kind of village temple has always ignored Buddhism and Taoism, and the common people have no money to build a temple for each person on both sides, so they have to let you squeeze together, don't be aggrieved.

The central one is naturally the current Taoist Heavenly Palace, the main god of the Red Golden Emperor, and the Lord of the Ten Thousand Buddhas of Buddhism, each with gods on both sides, which are basically the more famous gods in the current society for various reasons. For example, there was a novel that was widely circulated, which mentioned the god Zhou Leigong of the Ministry of Thunder, so Zhou Leigong's popularity in people's hearts rose, and his position became conspicuous in many newly built temples, especially those built spontaneously by the people.

I don't know if he himself benefited from it.

This is mostly the case with the development and evolution of the gods.

Immediately there are local gods, if you have to talk about jurisdiction and authority, there are mountain gods, river gods, road gods, and village gods, and most of them are humanized.

After these people died, people remembered them, wished to be blessed with power, and naturally turned into gods. There is a high probability that the imperial court will also seal them as gods.

In fact, in this world, whether it is the Taoist Heavenly Palace or the Western Heaven of Buddhism, the so-called Mantian God and Buddha, although the status of the people, especially believers, is high, but its essence is no different from these local gods who become gods because of their willpower.

Therefore, there is often a situation where the son of heaven and the god of the world.

For example, this Chijin Emperor, it is rumored that he was born from the beginning of heaven and earth, and his practice has gone through 1,350 eons, each eons should be 129,600 years, and only then did he obtain the position of the Emperor of Heaven, and many people are convinced of this. Even if they don't believe him, most people think that people have believed in him since ancient times, but in fact, his name was born in the past two hundred years. Two hundred years ago, no one in the world believed in him, not even his name.

It is necessary to maintain a lofty image of the gods in the hearts of the people, but Master has warned Song You since he was a child that as a cultivator, unlike ordinary people, he must have a correct and clear understanding of them.

But what this understanding should be, Master never told him, only let him know for himself.

Song You is still building cognition.

He looked at the statue by moonlight for a long time, and couldn't sleep anymore, so he turned around and pushed the door out.

The air in the middle of the night came to the face instantly, but I didn't feel cold, I only felt fresh, I looked up, and saw that the night was dustless, the moonlight was like silver, and several clouds seemed to be plated with a layer of silver under the moonlight, as if they were shining, and the mountains were outlined with undulating outlines, a beautiful scenery under the moon.

And so the moon withered, until the dawn of the morning.

……

Song You left Jinyang Road and walked into a branch line.

This is also a big road, but I don't know the name, it is one level lower than Jinyang Road, which connects the national capital, but it is also spacious.

Song You was not in a hurry at all, he stopped and stopped all the way, stopped and asked a few times, and finally found this temple.

It is said that it is not far from the main road, but in fact, it is on the mountainside next to the main road, which can be seen from a distance, but it will take two miles to walk over - Song You began to think that Wang Shangong said that it was not far from the main road, so he kept walking along the main road, and before he knew it, he walked through it, and he turned back after asking for directions.

It was already afternoon.

Song You hung his bags on the branches of the trees a hundred meters away, and walked along the path towards the broken temple, as if he was completely fearless.

As soon as I got closer, I smelled incense and candles.

There is indeed incense.

If you smell it carefully, you can still smell it, it should be a local homemade incense, and the smell is biased towards mosquito repellent herbs, which is fresh and refreshing.

This ruined temple is about the same size as the one last night, and the shape is modeled after a regular temple, but slightly smaller. And there is only one separate temple. Generally, most of the self-built temples in the countryside are under this regulation, and there are usually no monks and abbots.

But it's much more dilapidated than the one last night.

Song You stopped at the door and looked carefully.

There are still doors and no windows, but this temple is not even a door, and now there is a bamboo fence blocking the door. The walls were originally painted with red paint, but now there are not only many places that have fallen off, but also many cracks and scars, many of which have been cut with knives and axes, slashed by lightning and fire, and some have even pierced the walls.

Song You's gaze moved along these traces, as if he had sketched the fighting phenomenon at that time in his mind.

Retract your gaze and walk to the door.

The fence was only lightly hidden, and it was taken away.

Song You stepped into the temple and took a deep breath, but he didn't smell an uncomfortable smell, only the smell of homemade incense herbs.

Look up at the god platform again-

The original statue of the god is long gone, but there are still traces of the statue of the god standing, and now there is a statue of a clay cat, compared to the original statue of the god at least the same height as a person, it seems extraordinarily small, that is, the size of a normal cat.

The front piece of mud was filled with holes by incense candles, most of which had been burned out, and only three incense sticks were still burning, and they were also burned to the second half.

Sure enough, it is homemade earthy incense.

It's the kind wrapped in red paper, with herbal powder and a bamboo skewer inside, which is very flame-resistant and smells good.

In addition, there are even tributes.

There is cooked meat and raw fish more than a finger wide.

Song You stood in the middle of the temple, turned his head left and right, looked at the entire temple, and then stepped forward to the front of the shrine, twisted a hair, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully for a long time, then threw it away, and found a place to sit down.

This one doesn't seem to be in the temple.

Away on business?

And he still can't tell what the situation is.

Maybe it's the local animals that have become fine, greedy for incense in the world, and when they see a temple here, they don't know how important they take it for themselves.

Incense has a fatal attraction to mountain spirits and ghosts.

Perhaps it was the locals who did it spontaneously, and it happened that there were wild cats in the mountains who used this place as a nest.

In this era, it is true that some places will worship cats as gods, hoping that they can catch mice clean and keep more food for the family.

Maybe the monster really came back to life.

After waiting for about an hour, I saw that the sun was getting more and more oblique, and the golden light shone in from the door, spreading inside little by little, and when I was about to hit the light at the feet of Song You, who was sitting cross-legged, there was finally movement outside.

Song You got up and looked at it unhurriedly.

A cat walked slowly along the path in the sun, and the weeds on the path were no shorter than it, and it was often squeezed out of the way, and when it encountered a ditch, its body seemed to have no weight, and with a slight leap, it stepped gracefully.

It had long known that there were people in the temple, but it was not vigilant, and still swaggered over, until it reached the door, and one paw was on the threshold, and when it raised its eyes, it saw a person in a Taoist robe, and its eyes suddenly condensed, and then gradually became vigilant.

Look left, look right.

Moaning, pondering.

The paws that had been picked up on the threshold were withdrawn and put back in, and finally decided to walk in.

Seeing it easily flip over the threshold, looking up and looking at Song You, those eyes were like amber, I am afraid that it can be charming without means:

"Daoist?"

The structure of the vocal cords of the spirit is different from that of humans, and even if they do not take on a human form, they cannot distinguish between men and women even if they speak in their mouths, and at most they can hear their original race from their voices, and then they can hear their age at most.

The cat speaks softly, not hoarsely.

"What do you call a foot?"

Song Youyou saluted it angrily.

"I'm the Mother of the Three Flowers."

"Under the surname Song, Sanhua Niangniang, polite."

"What are you doing in my temple?"

"Yesterday, I stayed at the village temple overnight, and I was entrusted by the local gods to come and see the incense in this temple." Song You stood straight, but he had to lower his head, "Dare to ask Sanhua Niangniang if there is a human court seal for gathering incense here?" ”

"What's that?"

"It's ......"

Song You looked at it, but paused.

This little cat demon is low-minded, most of them have not been in the past for a long time, and seeing the clear stupidity in its eyes, I am afraid that it will have to organize the language well.