Xue Daoren walked in a hurry, he had followed Mrs. County Ling and her party from the City God Temple, and this time he hurried to the City God Temple.

It will be noon, there are relatively few pilgrims in the Chenghuang Temple, of course, Xue Daoren can't come to set up a stall, and he won't stop in front of the temple gate, and go straight to the main hall after entering the courtyard.

Ordinary people go to the City God Temple, naturally they pray to God according to the script, but Xue Daoren certainly won't do it so simply.

There are temple workers in the main hall cleaning up, although he seems to be a Taoist, he immediately wants to go over to sell sandalwood, after all, the other party doesn't seem to buy incense from the stall outside.

However, as soon as the temple worker took two steps, he saw Xue Daoren put down his back box and took out an incense tube from his box.

Not to mention that he didn't notice the contempt of the temple workers, even if he noticed Xue Daoren, he wouldn't care.

The incense tube in his hand was no thicker than his forearm, and when he opened it, a faint fragrance emanated from it.

There is not much incense in the incense tube, there are only five in total, Xue Daoren carefully pulled out three sandalwood sticks from it, and he was not in a hurry to light it, but held the sandalwood with both hands, closed his eyes and stood quietly in front of the statue, chanting words in his mouth.

After a while, Xue Daoren opened his eyes, but the chanting in his mouth did not stop, as if he was reciting a mantra while respectfully placing a piece of yellow paper on the incense burner.

"Hey, who told you to mess around?"

The temple worker shouted, but was glanced at by Xue Daoren.

This glance seemed to have some kind of shock, which startled the temple workers, and they immediately stopped speaking, just cursed a few words in their hearts, anyway, they would just clean it up in a while.

And Xue Daoren finished putting the yellow paper, and took sandalwood to the side of the candle to borrow the fire.

One step, two steps, three steps, starting from the lighting of sandalwood, Xue Daoren's pace became very particular, adjusting the seven star steps to move around the front of the statue of the god of the city.

While chanting, while holding the incense and worshipping, after three bows, he took three steps forward, meticulously and respectfully inserted the sandalwood into the incense burner of the divine case, the sandalwood penetrated the yellow paper, pierced into the ashes of the furnace below, and the mantra in the mouth of the Taoist was just recited at this moment.

"Pray sincerely, ask sincerely, and ask Lord Chenghuang for guidance."

The incense was inserted, and Xue Daoren also knelt down towards the idol, his body straight forward and bowed

In this process, the temple workers who were still packing up their things couldn't help but look at Xue Daoren a few more times, after all, there are quite a lot of tricks for this Daoist to come in and worship the gods, which is really rare.

But at this moment, seeing that the Taoist worshipped, the temple worker was also slightly stunned, and his eyes focused on the three incense sticks that the Taoist had just inserted.

Strange to say, at this moment, the smoke of the three incense sticks is like three thin wires that have been straightened, extending from the position of the incense burner to the top.

The temple worker subconsciously looked up, and the smoke seemed to be headless, so he "poked" it straight up.

The temple worker felt a pang in his heart, even if he had never seen this situation, but he probably recalled it and understood that the Taoist priest in front of him had real skills.

Even the action of packing up his hands and pulling out the broken candles on the candlestick became much slighter, for fear of disturbing this Taoist.

Xue Daoren slowly straightened up at this moment, looked up at the direction of the incense burner, saw the state of the three incense sticks, and showed a smile on his face, and then knelt down and took two steps forward, as if he was going to get the cup.

Seeing that this would not be very convenient, the temple worker over there hurriedly walked over, went to the corner of the god case and took the cup and handed it to Xue Daoren.

"Dao Chief, give!"

"Thank you!"

Xue Daoren held the cup and placed it quietly on his forehead, looked up at the statue, and silently read the question in his mouth, and the temple workers on one side wanted to hear but couldn't hear it.

The first question: If you risk your life with the path of poverty, is it possible to save the Liu family?

This is the most critical question, if this question is not successful, Xue Daoren will leave immediately, otherwise it will not be to save people but to die.

After the silent recitation, Xue Daoren's hands were released, and the cup fell with the trend.

"Pak~"

The cup fell to the ground, and Xue Daoren's heart perked.

One positive and one negative, Holy Father!

The temple worker next to him had forgotten to work, he watched the Taoist wrestling, and then looked at the statue, and suddenly found that the three incense sticks on the god case were almost shortened in an instant.

This scene made the temple workers' eyes widen, it was the first time they had seen such a thing after living for so long and working in the temple for so long.

At this moment, Xue Daoren had already picked up the cup, raised his forehead again and closed his eyes and asked silently.

The second question: Does this sin have nothing to do with Liu himself?

In fact, Xue Dao already had a tendency in his heart to ask this question, but he still decided to ask it.

"Pak~"

The cup falls, and it is still a holy one!

The temple worker on the side swallowed a mouthful of saliva, this time he stared at the sandalwood, and confirmed that it was in an instant, the incense burned directly down a large section, and the incense ash on it was also an instant more than a large section, and then it fell.

Xue Daoren took a deep breath, picked up the cup and stood up, put the cup on the case, and reached out to get the stick holder on the side.

The third question: What the poor road sees, is it a ghost or a demon or something else, please sign the letter to prompt.

It's just that at this moment, the moment Xue Daoren got the stick, the bamboo tube cracked directly with a "click".

"Bang la la lah."

The bamboo sticks fell to the ground and were all scattered at Xue Daoren's feet, making Xue Daoren stunned on the spot, and the temple workers on the side were also at a loss, but the latter subconsciously went to see the three incense sticks.

"Dao Chief! Your incense, incense is extinguished."

Xue Daoren was shocked, and looked up at the divine case, not only was the incense extinguished, but two or two branches were directly broken!

At the same moment, in the Yin Division, Chenghuang, who was originally sitting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and the dim quiet room around him seemed to brighten up at this moment, turning into a temple above.

Chenghuang got up and stepped out, his tall body seemed to come down directly from the altar, and when he looked down, a Taoist looked at the ground in a daze, the stick holder was broken, and the bamboo stick was scattered all over the ground.

The city god frowned, stepped out, and had already walked out of the city god hall, and jumped lightly to the top of the temple.

Looking at the direction of the county government, I vaguely saw that a fog of black water was reflected in the eyes of the law, and then I looked at it but it seemed to be an illusion.

originally thought it was a matter of retribution, but when Xue Daoren was offering incense, Chenghuang sensed it, so he also paid attention to it, and learned that Liu Huifang was an innocent person, but he didn't want to have such variables.

It's just that after observing the qi, he thought and calculated, although there was still something unclear, but Chenghuang had already understood that between the first two questions and the last question of Xue Daoren, it was said that it was unrelated, and it could be regarded as related, but it was not the same thing.

Turning around and stepping out, the city god had already returned to the temple hall.

Xue Daoren looked up at the statue of the city god in front of him, majestic and solemn, then looked at the incense burner of the god case, and finally looked at the signature on the ground, his face changed from slightly flustered to gradually calm.

"Time is also fate. This is a catastrophe for the poor! ”

Xue Daoren understood that he might be able to save the Liu family by risking his life, but this life was probably gone!

The city god on the side heard Xue Daoren's words, shook his head slightly, and showed a playful smile on his face, this Dao person was also a little interesting.

Chenghuang pointed his finger to the ground and hooked it little by little, glanced at Xue Daoren again, and then stepped out, and had already walked onto the god platform and disappeared into the statue.

All these mortal Xue Dao and temple workers naturally can't notice it, which will make one of the two of them a little lost and a little overwhelmed.

After a long time, Xue Daoren returned to his senses and bowed his hand to the temple worker.

"If you damage a stick, you will be compensated according to the price, I don't know how much?"

"Uh, Dao Chief, no need, no need, there are so many of them in this kind of bamboo tube temple, even if it's gone, I'll just go home and make one."

"Thank you!"

Xue Daoren didn't say much, and after nodding his head and thanking him, he was going to pick up the bamboo sticks, but the temple workers took the first step to clean up all the bamboo sticks.

"Dao Chief, these are my business!"

Xue Daoren still nodded, then walked to the incense burner, carefully pulled out a little sandalwood under him and put it away, and then put away the yellow paper he had just put away more carefully.

With a slight shake in his hand, the ashes that had just fallen from the three sandalwood sticks were gathered in the center of the yellow paper.

"Uh, Dao Chief, what were you doing just now, don't worry, I won't tell anyone!"

Xue Daoren smiled, curiosity is human nature, and he doesn't hide anything.

"Ask God, that's all."

As he spoke, Xue Daoren wrapped the incense ash, packed up his things, and walked towards the outside of the main hall with the backpack on his back.

At this moment, Xue Dao people seem to be calm, but in fact, their hearts are more chaotic, everyone is greedy for life, everyone is afraid of death, greedy for life and afraid of death I don't know when it is used as a derogatory meaning, but it is also the most obvious nature of people.

yearning for life and reverence for death, if you lose these two points, your life has deteriorated, and Xue Daoren is naturally the same.

The smoke in the temple seemed to permeate the surroundings of Xue Daoren, and his pace seemed to be a little trance-like, ready to go out and fight, which was very different from knowing that he would die.

At this time, there seemed to be someone humming outside the temple, and the ballad was confused and not very clear, but the rhythm was very beautiful.

Xue Daoren approached the gate of the temple, rubbed shoulders with Miaozhu and another temple worker, and passed by other believers who came to offer incense, and everyone could see that this Daoist seemed to be in a trance.

The closer I got to the temple gate, the clearer the singing became.

"Born with a seven-foot body~~~ Doumi also bends his waist~~~ Walk in the vast world~~~ Muddy and not free~~~"

Xue Daoren seemed to have returned to his senses, he walked outside the temple to find prestige, and in the opposite street, a back figure was humming a song and went away, just at a glance, Xue Daoren recognized that it was yesterday's old man.

Mr. Yu!

"Hey—old man—old gentleman—"

Xue Daoren rushed to the opposite side with his back suitcase, shouting as he ran, causing many people on the street to look back at him, but the old man in front of him didn't seem to hear it.

"Wait, old man—"

Xue Daoren's legs quickly alternated, his trot turned into a big run, and he couldn't catch up no matter how he ran, and suddenly there was a pain in his foot.

"Ahh

Xue Daoren fell directly, but he didn't bother to check the situation on his feet, but panted and looked ahead, but he was no longer able to chase, as if the physical strength consumed by the chase just now was more than ten times that of normal days.

"Ho, ho, ho, old man. Wait a minute."

A sense of frustration inexplicably rose in Xue Dao's heart, but the old man in front of him stopped at this moment and looked back.

"People, there are things to do and things to do, but the Tao is long, why do you run with a bamboo stick on your leg?"

Xue Daoren was slightly stunned, looked down, and saw that it was a bamboo stick that had just been pierced to his foot, which may have been embedded in the leggings of his foot and neck, but it slipped into his shoes during running, and he pierced it to one side of the instep at the moment of hard work.

Xue Daoren immediately took the sign and looked at it.

Winning and falling: waterfront interaction, no distinction between inside and outside the mirror, the heart is clear, and the cause and effect are self-presenting

Xue Daoren frowned slightly, and raised his head again, only to see that the white-haired old man in front of him was gone.

(End of chapter)