In fact, there are still immortals in Linfan, but their people often carry a major mission, or turn the tide in the past, or replenish the luck in the decline, or have real people to mention it, such as Tai Bai Xing told Song Renzong, the text has a literary song, and the martial arts has a martial song. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.] Or there are gods and Buddhas to escort, such as Tang monks traveling westward, Jiedi, Jialan, and Gongcao are all protected by him. It's really a drudgery. As for the two or three fairies and ordinary people, it has nothing to do with luck, or it is just the wonderful fantasy of mortals.

It is not all Tang monks who ride white horses, how can they all be true immortals who live in the fairy world?

A few old men set up the offering table, the tall and slightly hunched old man opened the scroll and hung it on the wall respectfully, the scroll painted a bust, born with a fat head and big ears, white face and beardless, I don't know whether it is the decoration of the painter, but it is also a kind eyebrow.

The old man led by him retreated and bowed a few times, closed his eyes and prayed silently, and several people around him were also busy, some burned paper money, some laid offerings, all with solemn expressions, pious faces, and the previous old state was also swept away.

"Boss, you said that this Mang Ancestor has been dead for so many years, can it still be useful to worship him?"

"Nonsense. Han Dongzheng's old face was stiff, and he reprimanded lightly: "Mang Zu is the star is descending, his old man has swept away this day, how much he has done, without his old man, can there be you? Can you straighten your waist and be a man? I hate these unscrupulous rebels, betraying his old man's teachings, and letting those great greed and evil occupy a high position again." ”

"Yes, yes. The current immortal official is really unusual. Several people agreed, and as they spoke, they cursed the prefect of Qiyao Mansion one by one, their faces flushed and their necks thick, and they were still indignant.

Ming Qin wondered in his heart, and secretly said that these old men seemed to have a lot of respect for Mang Zu, which was very different from what Tan Ningzi said, and after listening to it for a while, he seemed to understand a little.

In the past, Confucius wrote "Spring and Autumn", which was not in the past two hundred and forty years, and there was also a difference between what he saw, heard, and heard, and the sage knew that this is still the case. Most of what you see is your own experience, what you hear is dictated by your fathers and ancestors, and what you hear is passed down from generation to generation. Older history can only be observed by reading the history of books, that is, not everyone can do it.

Ordinary people's experience is often limited to thirty or fifty years, and they feel the injustice of reality, and they can't help but think about the past, but unfortunately there is no in-depth investigation in history, and they can only rely on the view of the fragments and feathers of the ear food, and plunge into the previous era, and recognize the five turbid evil worlds as a pure heaven, which is really pitiful and lamentable.

It can also be seen that the black incense fan is poisonous and harmful, and several old men are excited, and they seem to be convinced of the fixed views in their hearts, and sometimes they pop out a few words of Mangzu's mantra to prove it, and they see that it is already poisonous gas, and the medicine stone is hopeless.

Just as the mouths of several old men were arguing, a sneer suddenly came from the hall, and several people were stunned, Han Dongzheng scolded and scolded: "Where did the fox ghost come from, dare to laugh at you Lao Tzu." ”

Several people's eyes wandered and looked around, Ming Qin and Tan Ningzi hurriedly hid carefully on the temple beams, not daring to move a little, and secretly felt strange at the sudden sneer.

"Boss, there's no one, did we hear it wrong? ”

"It's impossible, it's just that your ears are always wrong, and where is the truth that everyone hears wrong. Isn't it really a ghost? ”

When He Laosan thought of this, his legs suddenly became a little weak.

"Brothers, take out the old spirit and tell the ghost fox to retreat. Han Dongzheng raised his arms and shouted, cheering up his brothers.

"Yes, yes, the devil is afraid of the wicked. ”

He Laosan smiled weakly, his eyes swept to the portrait of Mang Zu, and suddenly saw his eyes roll, and exclaimed: "Old ...... Boss, Mang Zu has really appeared. ”

"What?"

When several old men heard the prestige, they saw a faint halo behind the head of the Mang Zu, and there were three flowers gathered on the top, and the atmosphere of the five qi dynasties, they were shocked by each other, and they knelt on the ground one after another, shouting: "Grandpa Mangzu, your old man has really appeared." ”

Mang Zu coughed lightly, and really said, "Who are you juniors, why are you sacrificing me here?"

"I ...... We?" When it came to the end, Han Dongzheng seemed to be too excited, and his teeth trembled and he couldn't say a complete sentence.

He Lao Sanfu reached his heart, trembling and said loudly: "We revere Grandpa Mangzu all his life, and implore Mangzu to teach the supernatural power Yankuai, so that the little chicken dog can ascend to heaven." ”

Mang Zu said in a straight voice: "Since you have invited me to descend, why don't you recite the poem of "Conjuring Spirits" and the chapter of "Wucheng"?"

"This ......"

Several old men looked at each other, cold sweat trickled down, He Laosan said stiffly: "Back to Mangzu, the little ones are only shallow in learning, and they haven't read anything "The Conjuring" and "Wucheng". ”

Ming Qin was suspicious when he heard this, "The Conjuring" is a tribute to the loyal soul Qu Yuan, "Wu Cheng" is an account of King Wu's war, since Mang Zu is a tyrant without a way, isn't it to scold himself for letting people recite these two articles? I'm afraid there is deception in the middle, and I don't know where the evil is playing tricks on them.

Mang Zu said angrily: "If you don't learn and don't know how to do it, if you pass on your magical powers, won't it lower my court." It will be strengthened in the future. ”

"Yes, yes. I implore the ancestors to calm their anger, and the little ones will definitely be encouraged. "A few old men couldn't care about backache, and kowtowed like pounding garlic.

"That's fine. Mang Zu said: "You will shout a thousand words to your grandfather, and then kowtow a thousand times, and I will pass on the 'Ember Miserable Divine Skill' to you." ”

Several old men were overjoyed, and one by one they wept with gratitude, crying and shouting and kowtowing.

Han Dongzheng finally smoothed out his tongue and said excitedly: "Grandpa Mang, I have sworn since I was a child that I will defend you to the death in this life, if you live, I will live, and if you die, I will die." ”

"Boss, what nonsense are you talking about? Isn't this lying to your face?"

The old man had a gray beard and looked older than Han Dongzheng, and at this time he hurriedly shouted: "Grandpa Mang's longevity is boundless, isn't his old man now all returned to the god position? ”

He Laosan said in high spirits: "Grandpa Mang, not only do I respect you, but my whole family respects you. My mouth and I have hung you on the head of the bed since the day we got married, a pillar of incense in the morning and evening, and never slackened. ”

The fourth smiled and said, "The third child really has you." You hang Grandpa Mang at the head of the bed, so don't you let Grandpa Mang see it when you and your sister-in-law are doing things?"

He Laosan sneered: "If the lights are turned off, it will be dark, and he can't see Grandpa Mang." ”

Han Dongzheng stiffened his face and said: "Nonsense, Grandpa Mang is a fiery eye, and he sees thousands of miles, how can you say that he can't see through the darkness?"

"Yes, yes. He Laosan said in panic: "A small gaffe." Grandpa Mang is a light in the night. Always illuminate us. ”

Mang Zu saw that a few people greeted him in every way, and his ugliness was revealed, and he laughed and said: "You shameless old thieves, you don't have good thoughts when you are about to die." The 'Ember Miserable Divine Skill' is dedicated to absorbing the strength and essence of others, skillfully taking and plundering, and is extremely vicious, you don't want to go step by step, accumulate thick and thin, but you want to harm others and enrich yourself, and get it for nothing, which is really hateful. Seeing that you don't have much time left, I have the right to spare your dog's life today, and don't give me a quick get. ”

"Who are you to dare to play tricks on us? ”

Several villagers came to their senses, and suddenly became angry and jumped to their feet and scolded.

Mang Zu smiled: "Didn't I just smell the incense of a few fools who came down?

Han Dongzheng was furious, and when he saw that the portrait of the Mang Ancestor was still laughing freely, he grabbed the scroll and smashed it, and scolded: "Old monster, lie to you." ”

Several brothers were dumbfounded, and said with their mouths open, "Boss, are you going to tear the portrait of Mang Zu to pieces?" xh118