The people of Qinjia Village finally carried the old Qin Tou who had no idea of life and death and left, and when he left, he did not forget to pull some green wild fruits from the wild fruit trees on the side of the road and put them in the shape of a finished glyph to worship in front of the collapsed City God Temple.

Just when the mountains and fields were silent, Zhang Yixian let out a cry of extreme pain, he felt that his whole body was about to crack, and the golden seal of the city god was suspended three inches above his head, emitting a trace of golden light that continued to swim throughout his body, maintaining Zhang Yixian's body that was about to be shattered.

He didn't know that his clay statue would still cause him such injuries if it was destroyed, but he remembered that if he didn't do anything, those people would have to demolish his City God Temple sooner or later.

Just when he felt that his whole body was hot and his body's endurance reached its limit, he felt a sudden coldness in his body, he hurriedly opened his eyes to check, and found that a few white filaments poured into his body from outside the temple, and the tearing feeling was actually reduced a little.

"Could this white silk thread be the power of incense?" Zhang Yixian grinned, carefully feeling the few white filaments that entered his body, and the cracks that were originally like cracked glass were restored a little bit, and this discovery made him overjoyed.

"It seems that in the future, I have to find a way to increase the power of this incense, so that more people can come to worship, so that I can have more power of incense, and I can also practice spells. But before that, let's pack up these two dozen or so souls. Zhang Yixian said secretly in his heart, looking at his original temple, more than 20 translucent figures, a burst of anger gushed out in his heart, and there was a sound of thunder all around, and the twenty or so souls under the temple were trembling under Zhang Yixian's angry snort.

"Mondu: Born 1320 A.D., died 1350 A.D., ...... blasphemy deserves the punishment of soul destruction. ”

"Mud Baby: ......"

“......”

A moment later, on the collapsed Chenghuang Temple, a "book of life and death" detailing the souls in front of him appeared in Zhang Yixian's hand.

After reading it, Zhang Yixian was a little strange, because the last record of this "life and death book" was the old Qin Tou who had protected the temple before, and at the end of it: The god is meritorious, and the yang life is not over, and the yang should be returned to the yang.

After reading this, Zhang Yixian was a little dumbfounded for a while, because he didn't know how to punish these blasphemous ghosts, and how to make this old Qin Tou, who had meritorious service in protecting the temple, return to yang.

"It seems like a vague impression, right. There is still a lack of a judge's pen!" Zhang Yixian groped under his feet, found a rough branch, pinched it in his hand and gave instructions to the "life and death book", when the hand stroked, the twenty ghosts in front of the original temple showed extremely frightened looks, and the next moment, the "life and death book" in Zhang Yixian's palm shot out a black light, and those dead souls let out a scream on the spot, and turned into a wisp of white gas under the light of the black light, and returned to the "life and death book" in Zhang Yixian's hands along the black light.

He found that the dark "life and death thin" seemed to become a little darker and brighter.

Only the soul of Lao Qin Tou and Zhang Yixian were left on the empty temple, and unlike the muddy nightmare of those dead souls, Lao Qin Tou's soul was no different from a living person, and there was even a faint light all over his body.

Zhang Yixian suddenly felt strange, and after observing for a while to satisfy his curiosity, he approved the ending of Lao Qin's return to yang with a stroke of his pen.

I saw a flash of white light, and Lao Qintou kowtowed in the direction where Zhang Yixian was, and disappeared from the temple with an excited look.

"Hey, being an immortal to my job can be regarded as the only one. Zhang Yixian sighed to himself, since the main hall of the City God Temple collapsed, his clay statue has also become a pile of ruins, and the imprisoning power that appeared on him has become insignificant.

He endured severe pain, and the illusory figure gradually walked out of the collapsed temple, and came to the outer hall of the entire City God Temple.

"Hey, it has to be like a way, or it will go on like this. I, a city god who doesn't live up to the name, should be at the end. ”

The sun slowly went down, and the night once again filled the land, and unlike the living, the mountains and fields around the temple seemed to be more lively.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate of the City God Temple, Zhang Yixian saw the last bit of sunlight disappear from the earth, and there were more wandering figures around him, he was a little scared in his heart, but when he thought about it, he was relieved to think that he was the city god who ruled the Yin God.

Even if it is a city god who is extremely down, it is also a genuine fairy with a name and surname, if you are frightened by some wandering ghosts, how can you meet people when you meet your colleagues in the future.

The more he walked out, the heavier Zhang Yixian's face became, he knew in his heart that 1350 AD was basically in the turbulent period of the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, there must be a lot of dead people, and there were many lonely souls and wild ghosts, plus natural and man-made disasters, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he understood where the gap was.

As he walked, he had seen no less than fifty revenants, and it seemed that these revenants had been in the human world for a while, but there were no ghosts to manage them.

"By the way, as a yin god, isn't it these things that the city god is in charge of, no wonder these lonely souls and wild ghosts stay in the world, it turns out that the city god is missing here. It's a heavy burden. Zhang Yixian couldn't help but sigh, along the way he also observed the passing spirits, and found that some of the souls were muddy, but some seemed to retain a trace of humanity and looked very smart, and even heard some wild ghosts squatting in the corner of the tree to communicate, sharing their "experience" before death.

This made him a little puzzled, the same person, after death, is there a difference in the soul nature of the soul?

After listening to it for a long time, he also found some clues, those ghosts who seem to be normal people have been dead for a long time, the longest is nearly a hundred years, and most of the ghosts that are muddy and nightmarish have only been dead for a few years.

"It seems that the longer you die, the higher the soul's soulfulness, and it seems that you should find two subordinates for yourself. ”

After a long time, Zhang Yixian reacted, he didn't have a working ghost under the city god, he thought about it for a long time, and felt that he should find some wild ghosts with high soul to be his subordinates, otherwise there would be a lot of trivial matters in the future, and he couldn't do everything himself, at least there must be an errand runner.

"Hey, even if you cross over, it's hard to start a business!"

Just as Zhang Yixian was inspecting his own territory, the old Qin Tou, who was already in a coma in Qinjia Village, slowly opened his eyes.