The daylight had gradually shifted westward, and the procession of patrols had dispersed: there was no way, these people were too tired.

Walk through a few alleys, cross a small stone bridge, cross several bazaars, and come to a large area of houses. Further south, past the wilderness, is the east road of the City God Temple.

"Chenghuang goes out on patrol three times a year, everyone cheers up, rings the guys, and after walking this way, they go back to the temple," the master of ceremonies shouted.

The scattered people, suddenly refreshed their spirits, today's patrol is about to end successfully, so they all bravely, those who raise the flag hold the flag high, beat the gongs and drums and beat again, even the sixteen people who carry the sedan chair also shake their arms, and then sell the last handful, and then go back to the temple and go home.

"Blow the victory order," the master of ceremonies shouted forward.

Trumpets and suona sounded in unison, followed by drums and gongs, the song of this "victory order" is high-pitched, passionate, and inspiring. Piao Ranzi's spirit is also inspired: the people of Shucheng are so supportive, and he, the city god, will do some good things for the people in the future, and he will not be a city god once.

This piece of dwelling, dilapidated, is all inhabited by poor families. Looking at the sedan chair, there are several thatched sheds, and the thatch on the roof is blown by the east wind, like long hair fluttering on the head.

"After receiving this amount of money today, I will go back and discuss with the three divisions to help these poor people. "I can't bear it when I look at it. Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. Although Shucheng is a prosperous place, there are also many people who are poorly fed.

The winding patrol team found many people to watch. Piaoranzi looked at both sides of the road, the adults were in rags, and the children were barefoot and shirtless, which was a little miserable. It can be seen that the people who live here are indeed poor: if they are rich, they don't want to be clean and beautiful? At least they should be neatly dressed.

There is no money thrown into the "treasury". Three meals a day is a problem, and who can still come up with rich money to worship the city god? Fortune-telling for the poor, burning incense for the rich, and fortune-telling for the poor is to know when they will have good luck and be able to make a fortune and fortune; the rich people burn incense and worship the Buddha to ask the immortal Buddha for their blessing and keep what they get. Of course, these poor people will not come to ask for the blessing of the city god, and some loose money may not go to fortune telling - they are used to the life of poverty, and I am afraid they do not want to change it.

"Chenghuang Stop" broke out of the crowd a man in his thirties, full of beard, as if he had never shaved in half his life, wearing a blue cloth shirt, patches and patches, looking colorful, standing on the side of the road, two eyes staring at the blue sedan chair.

The guard of honor of the tiger head card and the yarn lantern walked past him, and several strong men ignored him. The honor guards of the colored flags and weapons guarded by him, and no one paid attention to him. Then, the guard of honor of the drum band walked in front of him, and one of the old men said to the man: "Little brother, you have to donate money, and there is a master of ceremonies behind you, who is in charge of accepting offerings." ”

After the drum band, there is the monk and the protector of the Dharma, and the player sheng pipe, knocking on the wooden fish, walks past him. Then, the incense burner, apricot umbrella, and square door leaf passed in front of this man.

"Would you like to ask Chenghuang to stand and donate money? The master of ceremonies was in front of the sedan chair, pointing to the "treasure house" behind the man.

"I want to see the city god" Suddenly, the man shouted, stretched out his arms, and rushed to the sedan chair. When the sedan chair driver in front saw it, he hurriedly shouted to the back: "Someone stopped the sedan chair to stop the city god."

Sixteen people carried the sedan chair and stopped immediately.

"I said that the brother Chenghuang went out on patrol, blocked it for no reason, aroused the anger of the people, you can't eat and walk around" The master of ceremonies walked over, pointed to the man, and the day was smooth, but I didn't expect to return to the Chenghuang Temple quickly, and kill a trip to bite the gold halfway.

"I don't have the money to donate, I just ask the city god a few words" The man pushed the master of ceremonies, and looked at the statue of the city god in the sedan chair, and did not kneel, nor worship, with his hands on his waist.

"You brother, it's so unreasonable," the master of ceremonies said patiently: "Today, the city god went out to patrol the ghosts, and rushed back to the temple, so I have something to say quickly." ”

"You are the city god that everyone in Shucheng recites?"

"Isn't this nonsense?" said the master of ceremonies.

"Okay, let me ask you, aren't you able to manifest your spirits?

Piao Ranzi looked at the man and said in his heart: How can this person speak without a head or a brain.

"What's wrong with your mother? If you don't make it clear, how can the city god take care of it?" the master of ceremonies looked at the statue of the city god and said to the man.

"My mother is sick, why don't you save her?" said the man with a raised face.

"Have you ever begged for a city god in the temple?" said the master of ceremonies.

"When I was a teenager, I went there countless times, in recent years I am thirty-two, my mother has been sick for more than 20 years, and it has not improved, I ask you, what is your city god"

"You 、、、、、、 have something to say, don't insult the city god," the master of ceremonies said angrily.

"I and my mother, since childhood, have depended on each other, for so many years, she is bedridden, I serve from morning to night, everyone in the neighborhood knows this, who dares to say that I am not filial" The man craned his neck and looked around.

There were already a lot of people gathered on both sides, and the honor guard in front of them stopped, and everyone came back to stare at this man.

"Okay, as you said, you're a filial child, okay? Lord Chenghuang also heard, you, you go away. The master of ceremonies said.

"I'm not leaving," the man waved his arm, "I still have something to ask." Aren't you a manifestation of the city god? I'm also a filial son, why don't you let my mother get well?"

Piao Ranzi couldn't answer, he had nothing to say, there were tens of thousands of people in Shucheng, how many patients did he have, how could he manage it?

"You city god, why don't you speak" The man pointed to the statue: "My filial piety, touching the heavens and the earth, can't I move you, the city god?"

Piao Ranzi can only feel ashamed in his heart, it's not that this person has no filial piety and can't move him, it's that he can't do anything for the time being.

"You city god, I heard that you received money from people, so you can eliminate disasters for others. I have no money, and I have no power, so I have a filial piety, give you this city god, as long as you cure my mother's illness, I will give this heart, please accept your city god" After the man finished speaking, he took out a short knife from his arms and slashed at the crowd that surrounded him, and everyone dodged.

Piaoranzi looked at this man, forced everyone back, and held a short knife, didn't he really want to cut out his heart and give it to him?

"The city god bodhisattva is above, and my mother is riddled with diseases and does not heal all year round. I have nothing else, as long as this filial piety, give it to Chenghuang, please check Chenghuang to see if I am truly filial" The man said, knelt down with his legs on the ground, picked up a short knife, and stabbed him in the chest.

"Ignorance" Piaoranzi couldn't bear it, and he couldn't care about Yan Mei's repeated advice: no matter what happens, don't open your mouth, don't show the yin god, and don't frighten mortals

Piaoranzi looked at this man, and stabbed him in the chest with a short knife, this is going to kill someone, how can he sit idly by

"Whoosh" a white light, fluttering towards the heart-cutting man, but it was too late

The short knife cut through the blue cloth shirt and cut through the chest, and he was about to slash in, but Piaoranzi grabbed his wrist and pulled it out, snatching the short knife.

Everyone watched the man, for his mother's recovery, and wanted to do his filial piety, but they didn't dare to stop him, but they just exclaimed.

The dazzling white light flashed, and a figure flew out of the sedan chair, snatching the short knife, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief

Piaoranzi looked at this man, his chest was opened, and he hurriedly pressed the two chests with both hands, and closed them hard, first let him stop the blood outflow.

The man had already felt the pain, screamed, and passed out. Piao Ranzi was in a hurry, and he carried his essence, passed it to his hands, and slid down his neck.

Everyone widened their eyes and watched the white light of Piaoranzi's palm move on the man's chest, and the blood stopped flowing, all of them were amazed.

The master of ceremonies felt that this young man was familiar, and when he looked into the sedan chair, his face was similar to that of this statue, and he rubbed his eyes again, and shouted: "City God Immortal Saint City God Immortal Saint."

Suddenly, a cloudy wind blew around, and a mist blew on the flat ground, and the heavens and the earth were bleak and gloomy. Everyone woke up like a dream, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Meet the city god, meet the city god 、、、、、、、."