When I went out, it was already dark, and there were many fewer people on the road.

The Taoist was still walking slowly, and the cat was still following with small steps, but he kept turning his head to stare at the Taoist.

When she finally found no one, she opened her mouth to ask, and her voice was clear and thin:

"Young sprout Taoist! What is Fortuna? ”

"Is Sanhua Niangniang going to start again?"

"Hmm!" Sanhua Cat paused, the small broken steps did not stop, and instantly changed his words, "Taoist!" What is Fortuna? ”

"It is the rumored god who is in charge of wealth."

"Will you make a fortune by believing him?"

"People believe so, and so does the God of Wealth."

"Will you make a fortune by believing him?"

"I don't know if I can." The Taoist's voice was as small as a cat's, "Anyway, I've never seen anyone who became rich because of his belief in the God of Wealth." Even those people themselves think so. ”

"You can't get rich......"

Sanhua Cat suddenly lost a lot of interest.

The evening breeze blows, and there are many green buildings and restaurants on both sides of the riverbank, each of which is lit with red lights, which are reflected in the river, but this stone bridge is relatively clean.

The cat suddenly trotted for a while, which made it convenient for her to stop, stop by the stone bridge, and through the hollow carved stone railing, turn her head to look at the Qinglou restaurants on both sides of the riverbank—

My ears couldn't help twitching, and I faintly heard the sound of a guqin coming from a carved railing and painting building, the candle shadows swaying on the papier-mâché window, and the figure of a woman dancing. She didn't know that it was a Qinglou, and she didn't know exactly what the Qinglou did, but Yangzhou, the sound of the guqin, the beautiful house, and the graceful women who lived in it couldn't see clearly always gave her the feeling that she and the Taoist priest might meet a fox under the lantern around the corner after crossing a bridge.

It's a pity that the sound of this piano is far less wonderful than the Hexian Tower in Changjing, and it is not as good as the ghost town of Yeshan, and it is not as good as the road from Changjing to Fengzhou. These beautiful houses are also far less elegant than Hexian Tower. As for which is better-looking, the woman who lives in it or the fox that has turned into a human, Sanhua Niangniang can't tell the difference.

Destined to meet a fox here.

Familiar footsteps caught up from behind.

When the Taoist priest walked past her, she immediately retracted her head, and took another step, walking with the Taoist priest.

"Daoist! It's so expensive to eat here! ”

"yes."

"And it's not tasty!"

"yes."

"It's not as delicious as Sanhua Niangniang!"

"yes."

"There is a river here, and Sanhua Niangniang sees people fishing during the day. Tomorrow, Sanhua Niangniang will also come to the river to fish with a fishing rod, and make it for you to eat. ”

"yes."

"Meow?"

"Okay."

One person and one cat went back to the carriage and horse shop.

"Whoa......

Song You washed himself, twisted the water with a handkerchief, and fell back into the wooden basin, the clear sound of water echoed in the extremely quiet room, which seemed extremely quiet.

The girl lies on the table, with the lamp in front of her lit up without oil, a mediocre lantern on the left, and her pony lantern on the right, which reflects the brightness of the table, and to some extent blocks the travelogue she writes, which gives her a good sense of security and allows her to focus more on her creation.

Actually, this is completely unnecessary.

The Taoist didn't even glance at her paperwork, but finished washing up and lay down on the bed.

Sanhua Niangniang still writes at night, whether it is the candlelight light on the table, or the occasional whispering of Sanhua Niangniang, or the sound of turning the paper and turning the book, it is very calming.

With his mind calm, Song You was not even in a hurry to find the god of bliss, he just wanted to rest for a few days.

Close your eyes and sleep, and have no dreams all night.

It was the middle of the night that I finished creating, and I went out for a supper, washed my feet and went to bed.

I don't know if it's because I remembered the seaside when I was writing a travelogue, or because tonight's meal touched Sanhua Niangniang deeply, and she returned to the beach in her dream. It's still the beach of Lan'an, Langzhou, and she keeps picking up fish and shrimp along the beach with a blanket, taking two steps is a fish, walking two steps is a shrimp, the fish are all small fish, and the shrimp are all small shrimp, except for fish and shrimp, there is nothing else.

The dream is real, and the shrimp still clips itself.

Sanhua Niangniang can't pick it up at all.

……

In the following days, Song You went out for a walk every day, sometimes with Sanhua Niangniang, and sometimes traveled alone to appreciate the prosperity of Yangdu.

What the guy said yesterday was not a lie, the temple of the God of Bliss had indeed been demolished, and the government had indeed banned the people from worshipping the God of Bliss, but there were indeed many people in Yangdu who were secretly worshipping. Most of them worship the idol or tablet of the god of bliss in their own homes, either for the purpose of making the god of bliss bless them for wealth, or for fear that the god of bliss will take away their money.

This can also be regarded as a microcosm of the Great Yan Shinto system.

In the beginning, people worshiped the gods because they admired the virtues of the gods and thanked the gods for their merits, and later, when people worshiped the gods, most of them either asked for something or feared it.

Shangxiang wants the gods to bless him;

I am afraid that I will be remembered by the gods if I don't get incense;

The gods and spirits probably rely on these two ways to make incense.

Naturally, the second is not the right path.

It is probably true that the God of Bliss has not been eliminated yet, nor has he been successfully deposed, but this one obviously has a special means of hiding, so he has temporarily evaded the backhand prepared by the national teacher.

Due to the government's explicit prohibition, almost all of these gods and gods were secretly offered at home by the people of Yangdu, even if they were businessmen, they did not dare to put them in the shop, Song You did not check too carefully, most of the time he just wandered around the city, saw the style of Yangdu, and also saw where it was more appropriate to rent a house, so until now there has not been much gain, but I have heard many legends.

There is a story of the princess of Changping going down to Yangzhou, catching a rabbit that became a sperm in the hunting ground, and curing it and releasing it.

There is a story of overseas dragon kings making waves in the past two years.

It's a story that I've walked through.

I have experienced it myself, seen it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears, and then listened to the appearance of folk rumors, listened to the difference between it and the real story, and carefully appreciated the fun in it.

I also heard my own legend.

There are both those on the northern border and those on the sea in the south.

It's just that it's farther away from the northern border, both geographically and otherwise, far enough away that when those stories come here, the gap between them and the truth is even greater. The people who live here and the almost empty northern states are like two worlds, and even if the storyteller describes it vividly, they can't imagine the scene of thousands of miles of corpses and bones swallowing the city.

But the things of the sea were true.

But I don't know what these strange things on the sea will be like when they reach the north.

Different regions and different cultures will indeed give birth to completely different stories.

“……”

Song You smiled, walked out of the teahouse, and returned home with a cane.

I just took two steps and suddenly felt wrong.

I couldn't help but stop and look into the distance.

"Huh?"

There was a faint flash of divine light and spiritual light.

Song You frowned, and continued to take steps, his cane on the bluestone slab, clattering.

Suddenly there was another commotion from that side.

"The money is flying out!"

"The God of Bliss has appeared!"

"Everyone, pick it up!"

"You are not allowed to pick it up, only those who believe in the God of Bliss can pick it up, and if you pick it up, the God of Bliss will blame you!"

Song You kept walking forward.

Just after a corner, the noisy scene suddenly appeared in front of me-

In a building that looked to be in good repair, all the doors and windows were wide open, and all the windows upstairs were open to the wind, and copper coins and scattered silver beans were constantly flying out of it, and so on. The coins were all landed in the streets everywhere, clanging.

There are people on the ground who are crazy to pick up, with an excited face, shouting while picking up, and even scuffle because of this, from picking up to robbing.

There are also people who are picking it up, or they want to pick it up, but they have not worshiped the god of bliss recently, and when they hear the words of others who don't know whether to preach for the god of bliss or to eliminate competitors, they are confined to the same place for a while, and they are a little at a loss.

Someone stood in the distance, sighing.

There were faint cries of people begging for mercy in that room.

"Ding......

A copper plate fell in front of Song You, and rolled towards him on the ground, suddenly hit the cane, stopped, and fell to the ground with a chirp, revealing the words "Mingde Tongbao".

Almost at the same time, the money in the building no longer flew out.

Song You lowered his head and stared at the copper coin.

Before he could see clearly, a dirty hand immediately reached over and grabbed it with lightning speed.

Song You raised his head slightly, it was a young beggar, ragged, holding copper coins in his hand, staring at him with a pair of vigilant and frightened eyes, as if he was afraid that Song You would scold him for this.

"First served!"

Song You couldn't understand his words, but he could barely guess the meaning, so he didn't say anything, smiled slightly, and looked up at the buildings in the distance.

There was no silver money to fly out again.

There were only the people who waited with their heads up, or looked down in the cracks of the bricks.

The god of bliss is not here either.

Either he came here to cast a spell, and after casting the spell, he quickly left, and then flew away with the money that flew out of the four directions, all of which were spells, or he didn't come here at all, and just cast spells with the help of the Idol Divine Card Airborne Spell. Anyway, when Song You came, he only saw the divine light and the divine light, and there was no trace of him.

"Be cautious......"

Song You stepped forward and walked through the crowd, and as he got closer and closer to the building, the cries and begging for mercy became clearer and clearer.

There were still people sighing outside, but more people didn't care what happened to the owner of the building, and just waited outside, waiting for the next wave of money to fly out and pick up some more.

At that moment, someone suddenly called out to him.

"Mr. Song!"

It was a rough and deafening sound.

"Huh?"

Song You turned his head to look.

I saw a man with a fierce face like a demon Yaksha and a lot taller than the person next to him standing in the crowd, looking at him in surprise and amazement.

"Mr. Song! It's you! ”

The man walked over in two or three steps and stood with the ordinary people, he was like a giant, like an iron tower, only walking through the crowd, no need to squeeze people and no shouting, the people next to him heard his voice and felt a sudden dark skylight, and under that huge psychological pressure, he would get out of the way.

It is the descendant of the Yaksha, Ye Xinrong.

(End of chapter)